DING!

"Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes," a feminine voice sounded from one of the lifts, announcing to whoever was on it that they had arrived at Level Three. Moments later, the door slid shut and the lift clanged away.

Such a thing was typical, and hearing the lift come and go might not be reason enough to distract one from their paint strokes. However, those who are more observant might realise that no one had stepped off the lift to join the group. Someone pressed the wrong button, perhaps?