With an eye on the time, Hermione made her way to the lifts. She hummed to herself as the ancient machinery groaned and creaked. On the fifth floor, it stopped to admit a red-headed man. She sucked in a breath, recognizing Percy Weasley. Silently she slipped her wand from the wrist holster, ready to defend herself. They rode in silence for two floors. "Hello, Hermione. I like the darker hair, it suits."