It all happens too fast. Presley's eyes catch the movement in the dark and he recoils on instinct, and it's not until after the slide of vines against his hands and the sudden stinging pain on his face that he realizes the others have been attacked too.

"Patrice!" The other boy appears to be desperately bracing himself against the walls, and Presley rushes forward to throw his arms around Patrice's waist. He grips his own arms and tries his best to plant his feet on the ground, blanketed with ash and new plant growth. If only he had his fucking wand— "Don't you dare get your ass captured again!"