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Chapter 6

By Any Other Name

Hermione was the first to arrive. She sat at a table in the Herbology section, watching the Medical section. It appeared empty. She watched as Neville hurried in red-faced. He had obviously been running to get there on time. She got up and walked over to the aforementioned section.

"Are you the one who sent me that note?" she inquired suspiciously.

"No." Neville was almost scared. Hermione could get really scary when she felt like interrogating people.

"Did you get one too?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"H-here." He pulled it out.

Hermione read it quickly and nodded. "Well, at least that explains a little bit. But who's giving out these notes?" Her question was answered as Draco Malfoy strode into their section. "Oh, no," Hermione said slowly. Since the beginning of the school year, she had thought that Draco was a rich jerk. She had heard that his father was the same way, so naturally she had assumed it was hereditary.

"Hello," Draco said. "I assume you have read your notes?"

"Were you the one that sent them?" Hermione asked suspiciously. She was getting really good at this being suspicious thing.

"Only one of them," he explained. "The mastermind behind all this sent the other one."

"I'm not the 'mastermind behind all this'!" interjected a voice behind them. It was Mandy Brocklehurst.

"So you are here," answered Draco, grinning maliciously. "I was about to start the meeting without you."

"Liar," Mandy said. "You couldn't handle the explanation, and somebody else needs to be here for them to trust you." She gestured at Hermione and Neville. "Now can we get on with this?"

"Certainly," said Hermione. "I've been waiting for the past fifteen minutes."

"Then you got here early," Draco pointed out. "It's only 8:05."

Hermione shut up. She hadn't wanted to give any more proof that she didn't trust them. It would be impolite, not to mention the fact that it would ruin her chances of a quick getaway.

"How to begin?" Mandy mused. "Well, everybody has problems in their life. Have you ever thought that there has to be some way to escape all of the teasing and the family problems and the rest of it? Other than suicide and running away, of course. That's just giving up. But what if there was another way?" She looked around the tiny circle they had formed as her speech gradually sunk in.

"Like what?" asked Neville.

"We're not sure yet," Mandy explained, "But we're willing to figure something out. It's probably different for everybody, because everybody has a different situation, personality, and comfort zone." She paused before continuing. "Neville, you were chosen, because you have to deal with teasing. We can find a way to help you, if you let us. It's your decision."

Neville thought through his first weeks at Hogwarts. He paused before nodding.

"Okay, then," said Mandy. She glanced at Draco.

"Hermione, you were chosen, because you like to help other people. You're also smart enough to help us come up with a plan. Are you in or not?"

Hermione had already thought it through. "Of course, I'm in. But what are we going to call this club thing?"

Nobody had really thought about that. It had seemed like they wouldn't need a name. They would just do what they needed to. But a name for themselves would help people understand. It would make them into an organization. They thought a while.

It was Neville who finally had an idea. "The Knights of the Chamomile Leaf?"

Everyone looked at him questioningly.

"Well, King Arthur had the Knights of the Round Table to protect the citizens of Camelot. And Chamomile is a healing plant. It's easy to get to, and it could be our symbol. Like if something bad happened, and we needed to tell everybody, we could send a crushed Chamomile leaf. Or if there was a meeting, we could send a note with the time and place along with a Chamomile leaf to prove who it's from."

Mandy nodded. "Sounds good to me. What about you two?" The others nodded.

"Okay," said Hermione. "But if we're going to be knights, we should at least be knighted." The others gave blank stares. "You know where somebody takes a sword and declares that you're a knight." The blank stares continued. "It's a ceremony that makes somebody an official knight," she said exasperatedly.

"Okay," said Mandy. "But who's going to knight us?"

"In King Arthur's time it was done by the king or queen," said Neville.

"Well, we don't want the whole school finding out about this," said Hermione, "and we don't know any kings or queens anyway. So who can we get to knight us?"

"There's Dumbledore," said Draco. "He's sort of like the king of the school, and he could refer people to us. He wouldn't lead us; he would just stand back and give us ideas and possibly members."

"But how are we supposed to ask him?" asked Hermione.

"I know where his office is," said Neville. "And the password."

"How?" asked Mandy.

Neville turned pink. "He's sort of helping me with a few of my classes."

Mandy spoke next. "So we'll meet by his office sometime and explain this to him. But this has to remain a secret."

"Why?" asked Hermione.

"Otherwise, the problems that we're trying to escape will be found out," explained Draco quietly, thinking of what would happen if Lucius found out what he was planning. "And that could ruin quite a few plans."

"So when are we going to meet?" asked Neville.

"How about tomorrow night at 8?" asked Mandy. Everybody nodded. "So where is his office?"

"You know that statue of a griffin on the 1st floor?" The others nodded. "That's where you have to say the password. I'll meet you there."

Mandy continued, "Any other orders of business? No? Then let's leave before we get in trouble for being out so late." The children said their goodbyes and left for their dormitories.