January 22nd, 1891 - A Ministry of Magic Elevator
A routine walkabout of the Department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes had brought Ross to a different floor, and with everything in order he was now on his way back down to the offices. He was not alone in the lift, but that was fine - a nod and a Hello when the other individual got on was really all that was needed.
Or, it was all that was needed until the elevator's progress ground to an unceremonious halt. Ross pressed the button for his offices even as he knew - there was nothing that could be done to get the lift moving again until magical maintenance got around to it. Well. Hopefully his secretary could figure things out on her own.
"I'm not convinced I understand the point of these things when they break so frequently," Ross said, leaning against the wall. He sort of wished that he was by himself in the lift; people were often not themselves around the Minister, and not in a way that he found compelling or interesting.
Or, it was all that was needed until the elevator's progress ground to an unceremonious halt. Ross pressed the button for his offices even as he knew - there was nothing that could be done to get the lift moving again until magical maintenance got around to it. Well. Hopefully his secretary could figure things out on her own.
"I'm not convinced I understand the point of these things when they break so frequently," Ross said, leaning against the wall. He sort of wished that he was by himself in the lift; people were often not themselves around the Minister, and not in a way that he found compelling or interesting.