"Lumos," Weyland muttered as the door lock gave way to his alohomora charm.  He led the way into the greenhouse.  Even in the dark with the minimal light, it was pretty obvious that the place was filled to the brim with plant-life, except for a few narrow aisles.<br/><br/>A few steps in, it also became apparent that this wasn't the greenhouse he'd thought it was.  Or that the Herbology professor had rearranged the greenhouses.<br/><br/>Several vines came up behind Weyland, cutting him off from Max.  All but one wrapped around the budding professor as the last moved purposefully toward the student.<br/><br/>(OOC: Your call as to whether Max recognizes venomous tentacula in the low light)