V: DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME A THING. V: I'm a nervous wreck as it is! I can't! V: I would, but I'm under very strict instructions not to leave my flat. In fact, there is press outside. I know I could just floo, but Mr. Webster says the crowd outside would notice if I'm not in here. Windows. V: Windows suck. V: I'm on the second floor so I can't ~really see them, but like... : Windows suck.