Cressida sighed as Davian bolted past her for the door. It was going to be a hard lesson learned, but Davian would get the idea that he could not leave the greenhouse without Cressida allowing him to. No sooner had he reached the door that he set off the wards again and the vines were wrapping him again. in a few short moments, he was hanging in a similar position as he was before. Wrapped in vines and hanging upside down.
"Davian," she said his name as the vines pulled away from his mouth, "What are you doing in here?" Because now she wasn't going to let him loose. She could only do this song and dance twice before it got terribly old and unproductive. He was going to get detention, there was no doubt about that, but she was going to get the answers from him.
Lord Byron came wandering in and came up to where Davian hung and proceeded to start licking his face with his large wet tongue.