A/N: Yeah, this is a drabble-a-day story. Of course it's disjointed.
Year Five: The Inquisitorial Alexandra
"…Alex, why are you in the Inquisitorial Squad?"
The girl shrugged, wearing that infuriating vulpine grin again. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Better question is, how are you in the Inquisitorial Squad. You annoy Umbridge on a regular basis, you constantly override her authority, often by teaching her class under her nose, you flaunt yourself on a regular basis, and I'm pretty sure both her and Draco have caught you in a broom closet with someone. How the hell did she give you a position of authority?"
Alex grinned. "I told her about my junk."
Harry palmed his face.
