"More like the venomous tentcula or the rather large devil's snare in greenhouse six." Mason shrugged. The distinct lack of sunlight was a particular problem for the snare. The last thing Mason wanted to do was have to subdue that overgrown beast in the absence of proper light. It would be an adventure no doubt. "The tulips are the least of my concerns. If I survived that nonsense to be taken out by a rogue snare vine, I'll haunt the ministry and be a miserable pest." He chuckled this time, though he was concerned, it was a trivial follow up to whatever it was Miss Connolly would likely have to deal with after this.