Professor Merlin Emrys

Club Plans

Hermione's POV

After leaving the boys behind I follow the direction the professor went to get breakfast. What could be so important about Alberta Toothill to make a club dedicated to her? It must have a hidden meaning. I'm snapped out of my theories by the boys calling for me to wait for them, I don't.

Reaching the Great Hall has most of the students already eating, so I sit and start to grab a scone and raspberry jam as I wait for Harry and Ron to finally join me. I'm about halfway through it when they show up looking breathless, I smirk.

"That was rude 'Mione,"  Ron remarked huffing to get his breath back or from irritation. I throw a quick glare biting into my biscuit. I swallow before deeming to reply.

"Well, if you don't want to find the meaning behind the professor's words, then you don't have to help. I'm sure I could get Draco to help," keeping my face innocent.

"You wouldn't dare!" Ron's cheeks start turning a shade of pruce. They never did get along, even after we called a truce.

"Try me," crossing my arms, daring him to think me bluffing.

"Enough, we'll help Hermione. Ron, you're being ridiculous, he isn't that bad," Harry tries to mediate. Ron shoots Harry a betrayed look,

"Since when are you so chummy with Malfoy?" accusation clear in Ron's voice.

"I'm not, I just think we should give him the benefit of the doubt. He's helped us a few times, the least we can do is be civil, Ron," Ron glares but doesn't contradict Harry, he huffs and begins to fill his plate and mouth. I look on in disgust.

Breakfast continues in the same fashion until it's time for our first class.

It's not until after classes that we have a chance to look for information. We had met in the library, Harry and I to wait for Ron to get his chocolate frog card. While waiting I searched for a book on famous witches, coming along Notable Witches and Wizards Through the Ages. By the time I came back to the corner of the library, we had claimed Ron was talking with Harry.

"Find it?" I asked startling the boys who whipped around to look at me. I couldn't hide my amusement and shook with silent laughter. Ron nodded presenting me with the card that had a woman in 15th-century clothing holding up a first-place dueling trophy. I flip to the back and read:

Alberta was born in 1391

At age 38 she participated in the All-England Wizarding Dueling Competition

Against all odds, she defeated the favored Samson Wiblin with a blasting curse and was the first woman to win.

"That's it? Professor Emrys wanted us to know this why?" Ron expressed Harry and I's disappointment.

"Maybe the chocolate card was just bullet points for what she is remembered for. I found a book we can try to look at." I responded, not believing Emrys was leading us on a goose chase.

"Maybe he's finally lost it?" Ron muttered, I shot a glare, then at Harry when he didn't even try to defend the professor.

"Leave me out of this!" Harry protested. I gave a final glare before flipping through the book and found Alberta Toothill's name. I read it, my face lighting up before reading it aloud for Harry and Ron.

  Alberta Toothill is known for being the first woman to compete and win the All-England Wizarding Dueling Competition, winning with the dangerous is done incorrectly blasting curse. Alberta admitted having to train in secret to prepare for going against some of Britain's best duellists. According to Alberta, she only followed her dream due to a friend's encouragement.