It certainly wasn't because he was in any kind of hurry that Harry called to hold the elevator; it was sort of reflex. Actually, Harry reflected as he stepped inside, he should have been glad to see it leave him behind. He should have been glad for the extra few minutes' wait. Why hadn't he thought of that before?
"Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Harry stated to the elevator as he scrubbed a hand, hard, over his face. He could barely remember the last time he'd had a full night's sleep. It was all he could do to remain upright and keep from snapping at everyone who looked at him the wrong way; and there were so very many of them, lately. Even Ginny- How she could presume to demand an explanation from him was quite frankly beyond him, and he hadn't even considered feeling guilty for his reaction; Ginny had deserved every word.
A flash of red hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and Harry turned his head a little, just enough to recognize the other man. It wasn't Ron. Of course it wasn't Ron.
"Hello, Percy," he mumbled. Harry could imagine how he must be feeling - probably as he was. After all, Percy had appeared a little green around the gills that day. The day it had happened. "Did you get an earful from your sister too?" It would just be so typical, if Percy had managed to be let off without a howler. He hadn't asked Ron if he'd gotten one either, come to think of it.