Now normally, reaching the end of a large stack was a good thing. But Benjy, over the last year, had found it meant one of either two things. Either he was going to be sitting at lunch time, twiddling his thumbs, something he hated with a passion, or there was a proverbial shit storm coming, the type which would make even Benjy wonder if he was insane for taking on this job.
Hopefully, it would not be the latter. He was sure one of his Aurors would come through for him and find him something else to do. Even if he had to beg, which he was not above doing. Sighing, he picked up a report that was half written, and the pile of notes that went along with it. In his other hand he grabbed a donut, and set to work.



