Interns. If it had been in her, she would have growled openly at the thought. Helena's expression had becomes rather too limited to allow for that sort of a thing, however, and so she refrained, only glaring at the opposite wall. Occupied with nothing at all but thoughts of what to do with the two midgets who would be assigned to her, Helena was getting rapidly irritated with the interns who had not arrived, her job, the universe and the wall opposite to her, which had to be, she felt, the most offensive wall in the world. The only decent thing about today had been work, and work in itself was in it's least productive and conclusive state. Had anyone dared walk into her cubicle right now, Helena Morgan would have been more than pleased, for it would have given her the opportunity to metaphorically bite their heads off.

But no one did, and she was forced to think of what she would have her interns do, and how to test them in the most gruelling manner so as to make sure they did not ever turn up in the Auror building again. There was her plan.

Several moment passed before she realised her plan needed a little paperwork, and who better, really, do have that done for her than Mr. Fenwick. The latter had acquired Helena's respect for his work ethic and efficiency ever since he had got the job, even though her respect was hard-earned and not many could really boast of it (especially since her way of showing respect was to get more abrupt and leave people to do their jobs and trust them enough to not screw it up). But Benjamin Fenwick was a much needed break from wand-happy and improper Aurors who thought they were the Goddess's gift to womankind. Which they were not. There were so many ideological and religious discrepancies in that statement that Helena could not even begin to list them. At the moment, these thoughts were the last things on her mind, entirely, really. She was now thinking of two very specific files she wanted Fenwick to locate, to which end, she got up and walked out and over to Benjamin's desk.

"Good morning," she said. Always proper, always polite. Though also very good at getting straight to the point. "I need a few files if you're not otherwise employed."
"Dog. A kind of additional or subsidiary deity designed to catch the overflow and surplus of the world's worship."
- Ambrose Pierce -