[ To be perfectly honest, Valeria was half expecting a gallant window entry. Since she was only half expecting it, she's only half disappointed and... well, a bit distraught over the current situation given that her classroom is only near completely full of shiny objects given recent lessons. The nifflers? They're having a field day. Valeria? Not so much. She looks to Grandpa the second the door opens, having done her utmost to contain the situation through simple measures of security as opposed to outright attempting to neutralize the problem. She figured they were Professor Harley's creatures, after all, and returning them potentially damaged was not a discourtesy she was inclined to inflict. ]

Just in the nick of time! The windows and doors are secure. I didn't want to take a chance at losing one of them. How many are there?