When the doors of the lift going down opened on Level Two, the current occupants saw Hermione waiting to enter. Very few officials liked being in such a confined space with someone with her reputation. Knowing that she could very well be headed down to the Level none of them wanted to think about, it was common practice that the lift would empty, regardless of their final destination. She bit back a smirk when the three nervous witches and an irritated wizard stepped out to allow her entrance. They would all stand and wait for the next lift. She appreciated the fear in their eyes. It was going to be that much easier to sneak down to the cells without an audience.