Fifty three (I)

The piles of files are taller than Kali, and the three women look at each other.

"We only have two left," Avery mutters, wiggling on the floor to try to get herself comfortable.

"Two too many," Kali whimpers, and Kathleen rubs her eyes.

"If I ever have to read again, it'll be too soon," she groans dramatically, flinging herself backwards onto the ground in protest.

"Honestly Kali, you're going to be the most over-qualified Luna out there," Avery laughs, shaking her head.

"I should win an award for filing and organising," Kali chuckles, rolling her eyes, "I was on the phone with Scott last night, and he thought it was hilarious that we were still sorting through these files."

Avery laughs again, grinning ear to ear.

"He would think it was hilarious, is his office still a bombsite?" Avery snorts, and Kali cringes.

"He can't find anything he needs, and he expects everyone else to know where it is," she groans good-humouredly.

"You poor, poor people," Avery grins, and Kathleen lets out a