Merlin, she had inherited a tribe of misfits, hadn't she? "Silas" would have liked to see her head on a spike, "Agatha" kept trying to get Zelda to join her for tea every night, and Farley — Farley was all over the place. He knew more about muggle artifacts than she did, but struggled with his time more than Zelda had thought possible, and sometimes she thought that if he didn't work here he would have been one of the criminals they arrested.

She had things on her lists for all the investigators today, and thought that she may as well start with him, because at least Farley meant well. Zelda summoned him at a bellow from her desk, and smiled at him when he came in. Her desk was neat, well-organized — the opposite, she knew, of his.

"Farley," Zelda said, trying to sound upbeat and not stern, even though this was likely going to be a stern conversation. "How's your morning so far?"