Cerise had begun to wish weeks ago that she didn't have to come into the Ministry everyday. Unfortunately she hadn't heard anything concrete yet about her potential position at Hogwarts, so every day she made her way to the Ministry where her employers in the Department of Mysteries put her to work. Today, at least, had been relatively easy, as she'd had Hall of Prophecy duty. Easy, yes, but also tedious, which was why she was more than happy to dash out a few minutes early.
Dressed in purple robes with a black back slung over her shoulder, Cerise stood against the back wall of the lift as it rose up from her level. At one point, a witch had gotten on, only to get off at the next level, and several memos continued to flap around the ceiling. But on Level 4, the lift stopped, and a red-haired wizard stepped inside. Almost immediately he dropped his head and stared at the floor, but not before Cerise caught sight of the faint scowl on his face. After a moment, she said in a soft accented voice, "Hello. Not 'aving the best of days, are you?"