"They're juveniles, Lena!" He made a face at his younger sister who seemed to be enjoying his chaos. Having young nifflers parading up and down High Street, while not dangerous, was problematic. Once they got their paws on something shiny there was no way to tell who it belonged to and that ended up being a logistical nightmare. Plus they were babes bred in captivity, there weren't going to survive on their own.

Then he noticed the likely stunned child and the niffler and doubled back, snagging the wee devil before checking on the kid. "One down, three to go."