The second patronus bursting through the doors might have gone over a bit better if Adam hadn't been sitting against them right that instant. He let out a startled yelp, ducking and covering. He was pretty sure that at right that instant, he hated that lion. He got to his feet, clutching his chest dramatically, before shaking himself and putting the wards back up. Now that he knew that Misha was fine, he was good to go and could stop having an Epic Freakout.
Once the doors were secured again, he made his way back over to the broken window to set it to rights. At the very least, that was easy. He wandered back over to Mikey. "Mikeyway. You're an artist of Transfiguration, right?" Adam asked, watching the two kids sitting there. "You wouldn't happen to have something handy to turn that window over there into one that opens, rather than one that has to be broken to admit owls, would you?"
The kids just kind of stared at him, and he looked a little sheepish. "Uh," he said, rubing his hand across his face. "Sorry about all that. You'll understand one day when you're an old man like me, yeah?"