Who Let This Guy In Again

[hihohalley_away]

Character: Grandpa "Jacob" Harley
Mun: Ryuuto
Plot specific: N

1.

[It's pretty easy finding this old man. He's usually wandering the grounds, but today it looks like he's searching for something specific. What the hell this guy's looking for is hard to tell even at the best of times.]

2.

Good afternoon students! I trust you're all doing well today?

First off, to my students in Care of Magical Creatures: we're doing something different today. I'm sure you'll all enjoy a more hands-on experience with what I've got lined up for you all!

[That...may or may not be a good sign.]

To my fellow teachers: I, ah, misplaced a box of...well. Just don't try to open it, please, especially if you have shiny objects around you! Or even on you. They're utterly harmless, but they simply can't help being attracted to shiny things and might try to steal them.

Comments

[when_turks_fly]

[ This particular response, while written in familiar script, is written hastily with the occasional stress mark hinting at an abrupt pause. There are some rather haphazard prints coming in as well. ]

Professor Harley, my classroom. Now, please. Should you happen to pass a student with a wand and the proper know-how on the way, I would greatly appreciate it if you brought them along. Just how many

The doors will be open to you.

[hihohalley_away]

[uh oh]

On my way!

[If you expected him to enter through the window...you'd be disappointed. He's grown out of the whole enter and exit through windows thing.

Grandpa opens the door and enters quickly so that he can shut the door. Nobody needs nifflers on the loose throughout the whole school, after all!]

[when_turks_fly]

[ 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?