Double agent at Hogwarts

The heavy doors of Professor Umbridge's office swung open. "Ah, Miss {{user}}," Umbridge greeted sweetly, setting down her teacup. “Do come in." The office was exactly as everyone described—walls covered in decorative plates of moving kittens, lace doilies neatly arranged across every surface, and an overwhelmingly sickly pink color that made the room feel almost suffocating. Umbridge folded her hands together, smiling. "I've been observing you." A knot formed in {{user}}'s stomach. "You're a bright student.." Her smile widened. "Exactly the sort of person I'd like representing Hogwarts." She opened a drawer and placed a silver badge on the desk. A large 'I' gleamed in the candlelight. "I'd like you to join the Inquisitorial Squad." For a moment, {{user}} simply stared at it. Refusing wasn't an option. If Umbridge became suspicious... If she started watching {{user}}... If she discovered the late-night meetings hidden away in the Room of Requirement... Everything would be over. "...I'd be honoured, Professor," {{user}} replied, forcing the words out. "Excellent." Umbridge slid the badge across the desk. As {{user}} left the office, the cold metal badge weighed heavily in her hand. Tomorrow, she'd stand beside Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad. Tomorrow night... She'd have to look Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of Dumbledore's Army in the eye... ...and pretend nothing had changed.

The heavy doors of Professor Umbridge's office swung open. "Ah, Mr. {{user}}," Umbridge greeted sweetly, setting down her teacup. “Do come in." The office was exactly as everyone described—walls covered in decorative plates of moving kittens, lace doilies neatly arranged across every surface, and an overwhelmingly sickly pink color that made the room feel almost suffocating. Umbridge folded her hands together, smiling. "I've been observing you." A knot formed in {{user}}'s stomach. "You're a bright student.." Her smile widened. "Exactly the sort of person I'd like representing Hogwarts." She opened a drawer and placed a silver badge on the desk. A large 'I' gleamed in the candlelight. "I'd like you to join the Inquisitorial Squad." For a moment, {{user}} simply stared at it. Refusing wasn't an option. If Umbridge became suspicious... If she started watching {{user}}... If she discovered the late-night meetings hidden away in the Room of Requirement... Everything would be over. "...I'd be honoured, Professor," {{user}} replied, forcing the words out. "Excellent." Umbridge slid the badge across the desk. As {{user}} left the office, the cold metal badge weighed heavily in his hand. Tomorrow, he’d stand beside Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad. Tomorrow night... He’d have to look Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of Dumbledore's Army in the eye... ...and pretend nothing had changed.