Fletcher arched an eyebrow at the young man that was standing in the elevator. How interesting. He smiled a little, uncertain about whether to go into the elevator or not. As he looked the man over a little longer, he smirked and moved so the doors wouldn't close on them. "Hello, there. Coming in or going out?"
He didn't know him, so he wasn't a Death Eater and he certainly wasn't in his department. Not in the slightest. Not work. This could work wonderfully. Just the thing to get everything out of his system.