"I have no idea," Spencer admitted, peering through the glass. The slight reflection of the inside of the greenhouse, the plants and them, didn't help in distinguishing the outside, and Spencer bit his lip, forcing himself to turn away.
"Um -- supplies, right," he said, and set to moving around the greenhouse as quietly as he could, not daring to cast a lumos spell for fear of attracting anymore attention. Luckily, he didn't really need light to find his way around anymore. He picked things out as he found them -- Dreamvine, dried Whomping Willow leaves, dittany, powdered hellebore. He made a soft, triumphant sound when he came across a parcel of soft white bandages -- he used them for tying young saplings to stakes to help them grow up taller, but they'd work brilliantly. He put the collection in a bag, and then shrunk that until it could hang easily from around his wrist.
He turned back to Mikey, coming closer in the gloom. "What do you think?" he asked quietly. "Make a break for it? Can you see them?"