Who: Mercy Macnair and Caradoc Dearborn Where: an elevator in the Ministry When: Friday, during business hours What: So a Death Eater and an Order member are stuck in an elevator... Warnings: ...who knows.
Mercy stepped into the elevator holding a folder. She was having a paperwork day. All in all, her job wasn't too bad -- there was less paperwork than the bloody goblins, anyway, and she really only had to spend a day in doing all of it maybe once a week, sometimes less. The rest of the time she was free to do what she'd come here to do, and overall, her work life was going well. Soon she wouldn't even have to hide her Mark. She predicted it would be a symbol of power rather than criminality by her birthday, which would coincide nicely with summer and short sleeves. She couldn't wait to wear it proudly, have the world truly respect her as committed to the elite.
A man she knew by sight, but not very well, stepped into the elevator, and she nodded politely. She was in a good mood, why not. No one else was coming, so she pressed the "close door" button, making sure he'd punched his destination too, then grabbed a handhold.
The elevator began its journey normally enough, and then...it stopped. There was a shuddery jerk and she could feel they weren't moving, and she frowned. She barely had time to wonder what was going on before the lights flickered out. Oh.