Quirrel wandered the crossroads,

A sickly, bittersweet aroma suddenly filled the air, orange vine-like growths creeping and crawling through the cracks in the floors and walls, He stopped, confused.

“ ...What...? ”

The orange vine-like growths dripped, glowing with an intoxicating draw. Strings and globd of the icky goo grew from the "vines", almost growing like fruits on a stalk.