RP: I come bearing caffeinated gifts Who: Harry and Hermione Where: Ministry Archives When: 7 April, 2005 Rating: G Status: Complete
"Hold the lift!"
Harry dashed through the crowds going to and fro throughout the atrium and hurried toward one of the lifts. He dodged a portly wizard gesticulating while he was conversing with a skinny sort of fellow that Harry knew from the Portkey Offices. Harry raised the two coffees he was carrying over his head to avoid the swinging arms.
"'Scuse me," he said apologetically, then called over his shoulder as he picked up his pace. "Though I agree, the waitlists are ridiculous!"
Thanking the witch who was holding the lift, Harry stepped inside and pressed the button for the Archives with his elbow. He gave the young lady a wide smile and sipped the coffee he'd gotten for himself, bracing himself as the lift started through the Ministry. After a few moments, people got off and more got on. Harry shifted around until he was at the back and then waited until the lift finally arrived at his stop.
Squeezing through the crowd, he stepped off and then signed an alert memo to let Hermione know he was there and that he had something she might really, really want. The paper folded itself into a small airplane and zoomed off.
Harry sat himself down on one of the chairs near the exit. He had no idea how far into the depths of the archives Hermione really was, so having her come to him instead of him going to her was a lot easier.