Lex didn't say a word as she led him over to the evidence room. It had a lot more to do with her unsettled feeling of being watched than with any lack of inclination to chew him out but the result was the same, a preoccupied department head that was being driven up the wall by the one feeling she couldn't shake.

Entering the room on the right, she turned to look at him. "Our logs have fallen behind again. Horrendously behind. I'd hoped for volunteers to get things back on track," she was talking YEARS of pile up, "and I'm glad you so graciously decided to free your schedule enough for the job." She moved over to the first set of shelves. "These need re-alphabetizing. When you're done, collect all the expired warrants, make notes, redo them, hand them over to the hit wizards or the aurors depending on case. Make as many stops over to forensics as needed, make sure the logs line up, find out if anything's been omitted."

She gestured with a finger for him to follow then began moving down the aisle. "Some of these cases will expire soon. Find them, bring them to someone's attention. The dust you find while you work, clean it. You're off field duty until this is all done. Tell your friends. They're like to join you if I catch any of them pulling off what you tried." Though perhaps the boy would like company. Who else could she spare? More to the point, who else needed a wake up call? "We clear?"