            The three took off towards a relatively deserted lift at the end of the row, stopping in line between a tiny wizard carrying a ginormous jar of giggling pickles. How or what that was, Hermione didn’t even want to know. She glanced sideways at the other lift, but of course the blonde she’d been looking for was nowhere to be seen. "Ron, Harry," she began, turning to face her friends. "Do either of you know why Mr. Malfoy would be at the Ministry?" They met each other’s eye, though at least Harry had the decency to look surprised. "Well that was clearly a yes," she huffed. Behind her, the lift opened up, and the little wizard shuffled in. Ron and Harry began to follow when she grabbed their sleeves, hauling them back. "We’ll take the next."