[ Allison has her suspicions about the creation of the mistletoe and who did it and why but right now isn't the time for baseless accusations and slander. She's standing about a foot away from the door, and the mistletoe is already only a few inches away from creeping up on her entirely, but she's not paying attention to them because she's too busy ducking her head from Sirius trying to set her ceiling on fire what the hell?? She looks up at the scorch mark and then to him, scowling. ] Yeah, I'm not sure how. I was trying to get out to grab some lunch, and they just-- attacked. My knives didn't do anything but make them angry. [ And, yes, plants can be angry. She's got an angry tree back home, for instance. ]