Azazel was making his rounds in his new job as part of Ministry security. Apparently there was a new Minister this year so he thought it may be good to make sure level 1 was alright. He still had that buzzing feeling in his gut you get from adjusting to a new foreign situation. Although so far it had been pretty mundane. Not that he was expecting anything as the job was so new and would probably say something bad if things were already starting to go horribly wrong. Besides he was still riding off of the adrenaline of the new job, making him sort of jumpy and wouldn't want anything too important to happen with his frayed nerves. Nevertheless he could still hope that something unusual would happen eventually.

Urgh... What's with all these creepy paintings? Azazel thought to himself. It was more of a personal thing than these pictures being any more eerie than others. He just found moving and talking paintings unsettling. Which was sort of odd on its own considering he grew up with his parents owning a lot of old wizard pictures. Or maybe that was the reason. Best not make eye contact or they may try to speak to me... That was easier thought than done. As he tried to check all the wards around the lifts and make sure all proper security measures were in place he could almost feel their eyes on him boring into his back. When Azazel felt disconcerted he tended to lash out. "Oh for Merlin's sake! Stop staring at me!!" Azazel was far louder than he should've been. Yelling at things that weren't even alive probably didn't make him look so good and he may have disturbed some people nearby. Plus to be fair to the paintings he was the only one in the immediate area so what were they supposed to look at, the floor? That didn't stop him from glaring viciously though.