S.P.E.W. Gets Another Member

The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, and coupled with the heat from the crackling fireplace it created a dense atmosphere that seemed to press against her skin. However, the feeling was not oppressing or suffocating, but rather comforting; like cuddling underneath a down comforter. Buffy Summers inhaled deeply through her nose, feeling the oxygen travel down her trachea and into her lungs, filling them with air. She released the air, allowing it to smoothly pass her lips. Then her eyelids fluttered open as she reached the end of her meditation, smiling shyly at Oz.

"I'm not really sit-and-be-quiet gal," Buffy remarked depreciatively with a wry smile. She leaned back on her hands, her legs still crossed underneath her, and sighed.

Oz gave her an easy smile. "Slice-and-dice slayer types usually have problems with that."

Buffy noted that Oz really hadn't changed much since those first few months freshmen year of college. He was still very Zen-Oz-like, with laconic remarks and a chill vibe to him. Although, she noted with a mental smirk, his hair had changed again – this time very dark red hue that stood out in stark contrast to his fair skin. His clothes were different too. Instead of band t-shirts he now wore a traditional Tibetan robe, which was brown, reached his ankles, and had wide buttons that clasped at the front.

"I just want to be able to control this, you know?" Buffy shared with a slight frown. "I mean, it's like every night I go to sleep I dream about the other slayers – sometimes I swear I can even heartheir thoughts." She gave him a despondent look. "I mean, I know I'm queen of all things freaky, but even this is too freaky for me. Me and mind reading are non-mixy things."

Oz's hazel eyes looked far away for a moment. "I remember." He glanced at her. "Just to be clear, it's just the slayers you're hearing, right?"

Buffy snorted. "Yeah," she reassured him with a smile. "Don't worry, your thoughts and entire being are still just for you."

He smiled; she wondered if he remembered what he had been thinking the day she got infected with that mind-reading demon blood – which she was later informed by Luna Lovegood that it was called a menslengua demon.

Idly Buffy wondered how Spike and Luna were doing in America. She had heard from Giles that they encountered Drusilla and some witchy friend of Moldyshorts named Bellatrix, but apparently both of them were killed that night. Thank god at that. She definitely didn't want them facing against Drusilla.

Again, her thoughts turned down a tangent path as she wondered how Spike felt about Drusilla dying. Was he sad? Did he still have feelings for her?

…Not that it mattered. They were just friends. Platonic friends. Who just like to take a month-long excursion with Dawnie around the world.

Buffy groaned and bent her head, rubbing vigorously at her temple. She stayed in Tibet to learn from Oz and his teacher on how to control her new slayer powers – and it would notdo to get bogged down with silly things.

"Yuan for your thoughts?" Oz asked with a raised brow.

"Yuan?" Buffy asked with a bewildered expression.

He smiled. "It's not like they have pennies here."

Buffy laughed. She had to admit to being uneasy about staying in Tibet with Oz. He had, after all been the guy who had broken Willow's heart, not to mention Buffy had never really gotten to know him in the first place. But now that she had been here for a few days she had to say she was glad she had Oz here with her.

"Again?" Oz asked once her laughter subsided, referencing her attempt at proper meditation to soothe her inner slayer.

"Once more with feeling," Buffy whispered with a wry smile before she closed her eyes.


July 31, 2003

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Happy sweet 15 and all that :)

I hope you're doing okay stuck with your aunt and uncle. I know you don't get along with them and Ron told me that they're like the worst muggles he's ever heard of :(

Honestly, I don't get why you just can't move in with Sirius. I guess Dumbledore told Sir that you have to stay with family so that way Voldemort can't get to you. Still…I think that's kind of dumb but Sir and Remus said that Dumbledore knows what he's doing. I hope he's right.

I'm sorry I can't update you on what's going on with the fight against Voldemort. Dumbledore told me, Ron, and Hermione not to mention anything over owl post because it could get intercepted. I promise we'll update you on everything as soon as you see us! (although to be honest, we really don't know a lot…which is starting to make me mad because I'm used to being kept in the loop and the adult-types here are soooo secretive! Grr-arrrgh!)

In better news, Willow got back a week ago and your godfather seems a lot better. Like you mentioned before, I was started to get worried about him. I mean, I know it's hard to have someone you love leave for two whole months but he seemed really sad. I don't know. I don't really get the whole 'true love' thing.

My studies with Sirius have been going good! Plus Hermione's been helping me like crazy, which is nice. Ron and the twins have been – lol – kind of helpful with getting me caught up for Hogwarts. And by helpful, I mean they've been teaching me loads of jinxes! Tomorrow I'm getting tested on my magical knowledge so here's hoping I get approved for Hogwarts!

Anyways, I'll be seeing you soon! Take care!

Your favorite pen pal :)
Dawn

Sitting at the dining room table, Dawn read through her letter again, checking for errors, and then fastened it to the leg of her new owl, Kirby. Hooting softly, Kirby flapped his wings and hopped up, floating above the table. Giggling, Dawn got from her seat and pointed towards the pink cake box that was fastened with rope. "Okay, make sure you take the cake, Kirb! I'll give you some salmon when you return."

Kirby hooted cheerfully and rushed out the window.

The young Blakiston's Fish Owl was a gift from Xander and Tonks to help her get settled into the wizarding world. Dawn was ecstatic when she got the cute ball of fluff; he was so poofy and adorable when he hopped up and flew that she immediately thought to name him after a favorite video game character.

Of course, her owl wouldn't stay little forever. Already he was bigger than Ron's owl Pigwidgeon and Xander said that Fish Owls were the largest owls in the world, with wingspans of five feet and a weight of ten pounds.

Apparently, Dawn thought dryly, Xander had wanted to make sure she had a badass owl in case she happened to get attacked at school.

The sound of footsteps echoing through the quiet halls of Black Manor had Dawn glancing up at the doorway. Fred walked in (she knew it was Fred based on his smile…only Fred smiled that way at her lately) and Dawn grinned.

"Hey!" Dawn chirped as she began reorganizing her study guides and quills.

Fred, whose nose was dirtied with soot and whose clothes looked worse for wear, smiled in spite of the fact that he had been stuck cleaning all day. "Hey Dawn. Still studying, I see?"

Sighing dramatically, Dawn swept her arm over the books. "I feel like it's all I do." She grimaced. "I mean, seriously, I've studied all summer just so I can get into Hogwarts and do more studying."

Chuckling, Fred sat at across from her at the table. "Could be worse," he replied cheerfully. "You could be stuck cleaning all day with my mother supervising you. I swear that woman just wanted a lot of kids so she could have built in servants."

Giggling, Dawn shook her head. "Aw, your mom isn't that bad." Her smile waned a little and she shrugged. "I think it's nice she takes care of you guys so much."

Fred hesitated as he noticed the glow in Dawn's eyes begin to diminish. He knew her mother had passed a couple years ago and it was just her and her sister, who he had yet to meet. Impulsively, he took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Well, if you like I can loan her out to you. Be sure to give ya a nice interest rate, too," he joked with a lopsided grin.

His method worked. The light reappeared in Dawn's eyes and she laughed lightly as a blush began to color her cheeks. "Gee thanks," she remarked dryly, but her smile was dazzling. Fred found himself grinning back and lightly running his thumb in smooth circles over her hand. When he met her a couple months ago when his mom moved them into the Black Manor, Fred had been struck by her smile. And her beautiful hair. It was so long and right now it hung over her shoulder, and he had a sudden inkling to touch it…

Giggling and voices interrupted the moment.

"Sirius, stop. You're so bad." Willow and Sirius walked into the dining room, laughing together as Sirius walked behind his girlfriend, whispering something in her ear and grinning slyly.

Abruptly Fred let go of Dawn's hand and the she bent her head down as if she were reading.

"Bad enough that I need to be punished?" Sirius murmured, oblivious to the teenagers in the room.

Dawn shot Sirius a pained glare. "SIRIUS! Ew!" she screeched. "It's bad enough that we have to hear that kind of stuff when Anya is around."

Willow swatted Sirius, her cheeks flushed a vibrant pink. "Sirius!" she scolded, embarrassed that they had been overheard.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Willow's waist and smirked. "Be nice, Dawn, or I'll force Kreacher to quiz you for your test."

Willow's nose crinkled in derision. "Wait, are you talking about Buckbeak up in the attic? 'Cause that's not very nice to call your favorite hippogriff a creature."

Fred snorted and gave Willow a surprised look. "Don't tell me you haven't met that rodent yet. Although I'm not surprised, he's always hiding – probably wherever he keeps stealing the stuff we're trying to chuck out"

"Yeah, he is super creepy," Dawn agreed. "My first thought was that he was something Hellmouthy to slay."

"Wait…what?" Willow asked with a baffled expression.

Sirius made a sour face. "Kreacher is my family's old house elf that bloody insane and is the meanest little thing you've ever seen."

"OH!" Willow exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowed together. "You mean, like those heads on the wall by the stairs?"

"You mean the heads on the walls by the stairs before Xander took a chainsaw to them," Sirius snickered. "Merlin, I owe him for the rest of my life."

"Sirius! Are you honestly telling me that you have an elf slave imprisoned here?" Willow asked, aghast.

"Willow, they're not slaves," Sirius responded in a placating tone, his blue eyes begging for her to understand. "They likedoing house work. It's tradition."

"Tradition? Oh yeah, well it was tradition in America to kidnap African babies and sell them once upon a time. A-and it was tradition to kick Native American families off their land and kill them if they didn't, once upon a time!" Willow replied hotly, her face flushed in outrage. She had never understood oppression, even going so far as not wanting to hurt the Native American spirits during freshmen year Thanksgiving at first (until, you know, they tried to kill her).

Holding his hands up in surrender, Sirius shot Fred a pleading look. "Fred, tell her that's just how things are in the Wizarding World. I mean," he said to Willow, "it's not like I made the rule book or anything!"

"It's true, Willow," Fred piped up. "We don't have one, on account of our finances at home, but most pureblood families have a house elf. In fact, some families have multiple ones. And at Hogwarts there's dozens of them taking care of the food and stuff."

"That's awful!" Willow gasped with a painful expression. "I mean, I knew the Wizarding World was backwards – you know, on account of them sticking criminals in with soul sucking dark creatures, and sometimes without even a trial – but this is ridiculous."

"Willow, I agree it's kind of twisted but trust me – Kreacher is a jerk. Don't feel bad for him," Dawn shrugged. "Ever since I got here he keeps calling me 'Mudblood' and it's really starting to make me want to kick him."

"Stupid house elf got too many ideas from my crazy parents," Sirius grumbled. "I keep telling him not to call you or Hermione 'mudblood' anymore but he doesn't listen. I swear, if it was allowed I would just behead him like he wants."

"Sirius!" Willow cried out in an appalled tone. Was her boyfriend really that vicious? What kind of place wasthe Wizarding World if they not only allowed dementors to survive, but encourage beheadings of innocent creatures?

"Willow, the critter wants to be beheaded and placed on the wall like his ancestors," Sirius replied with rolled eyes.

Willow paused. "Wait," she said in a tiny voice. "So…when Xander cut down those elf heads and threw them away…those were Kreacher's family?"

Sirius looked to Dawn and Fred for help, not knowing exactly what he was stepping into. "Uh…well, yeah."

"That's horrible!" Willow cried out, her fingers over her lips in grotesque surprise.

Wincing at her screech, Sirius gave a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, well…you were okay with Xander doing it last week," he reminded her.

"Only because I thought they were creepy shrunken heads, not someone's family!" Willow shot back, her hands resting on her hips. "I swear, Sirius Black, you think you of all people would have a little more empathy for someone who is imprisoned against their will."

"Whoa!" Sirius exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "Do not compare Azkaban to my house, Willow. And trust me, you wouldn't feel so bad for the thing if you met him. He's been horrible to me since I was a kid and I hate him, not to mention everything he stands for – my family, my mother," he added sourly.

Willow just let out a frustrated sigh and left the room, her footsteps echoing through the halls.

Sirius' lips pressed into a thin line as he counted to ten. He loved Willow but he couldn't believe she was acting so insane over elf rights. Especially when it came to Kreacher.

Merlin, he hated being back in his childhood home.


The next night Willow found herself outside Kidlington, England on the banks of the Cherwell River with Remus Lupin, who had apparated them both here. In front of her was a structure out of a storybook – a real, live castle.

The brick and mortar of the building appeared aged yet firm, and was encircled by a twenty-foot wide moat that was only accessible by a single bridge. Four turrets marked each corner of the castle, and the yard was divided into various areas. As they approached the bridge, Willow noted that there were several obstacle courses and an immense rectangular pool that glittered underneath the setting sun. She had, of course, seen the castle several times before she and Buffy left for Asia, but it was still all very new to her.

It had been a relief, after the sinking of Sunnydale, that Giles had managed to gain control of the Council assets. Not only had he been able to give each of them retroactive pay for Watchers Council work, but this castle had been one of the assets in the Council's portfolio as well. It now served as the International Headquarters of the Watchers Council and as the Sineya School for Gifted Young Women – although amongst themselves they just called it the 'Slayer Academy'. Originally it had consisted of the forty survivors from Sunnydale but now, thanks to Willow, Luna, Buffy, and Spike, there were roughly 175 girls who resided here. In addition to the slayers, the staff of the Watchers Council and Slayer Academy faculty had apartments in it as well.

Giles had offered Willow an apartment but she had turned it down to live with Sirius.

Hmm. Willow frowned. She really couldn't believe her boyfriend could be so callous about the house elves. The Sirius she knew was sweet and loving, not so cruel.

'Well,' a little voice interjected, 'he can be rather impulsive and does have a bit of a mean side – remember his stories of him and James bullying some of their classmates?'

Still. That didn't mean anything – or so she hoped.

"Ready to head in, Willow?" Remus inquired, his placid eyes examining her expression.

"Yup," Willow nodded. They walked across the drawbridge, their footsteps sounding softly over the thick wood. "Hey Remus?" she asked quickly before she lost her nerve.

"Yes?" His light brown eyes glanced at her in concern.

"Does every wizard hate house elves? I mean, is that normal for you guys?" Willow chewed nervously on her lip, utterly hating the idea that Sirius could be so mean.

Remus' head cocked to the side and strands of his shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes. "Most wizards do not hate house elves, indeed they are below them enough that a house elf is not even afforded much thought. Some wizards feel fondness towards their house elves, however. It really does depend on the nature of the family," he frowned. "I take it you met Kreacher?"

She shook her head. "No, not yet, but I found out about him today. But the way Sirius spoke of him…it was so callous." She bit her lip. "I didn't think it was right."

"Ah, Hermione would probably become incredibly fond of you if you were to speak to her on this matter – she is very concerned about house elf rights and unfortunately no one else takes her very seriously," Remus informed her with a kind smile.

"As for Sirius," Remus continued, "you have to understand how hard it is for him being home."

"I know!" Willow said swiftly.

Remus gently squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sure. But Sirius…well he hates his home and everything that goes with it. Xander did him a great service by cutting down that portrait – although Padfoot never spoke of it, I know his mother's criticism was still painful. Kreacher is just another reminder – and it doesn't help that Kreacher hates Sirius just about as much as Sirius hates him."

"Oh," Willow replied in a small voice.

"Try not to judge him too much, Willow. He's been dealing with a lot being stuck in that house and I know it's been hard for him not being able to help the Order or Harry. Giles even offered him a position at the Slayer Academy but Dumbledore reminded him that someone needed to stay at the Order Headquarters at all time, and it should be the owner of the home."

They entered the front of the castle, waving to the slayer on duty at the front Information Desk. Vi, the redheaded slayer from Texas, waved back with a big smile. "Hey there Willow! Nice to see you, Remus! Anyhoo, head back into the library on the first floor – that's where the Board of Directors meeting is taking place."

"Thanks Vi," Remus said.

"Oh!" Vi's eyes lit up. "I almost forgot. Willow, Mr. Giles said he wanted to speak with you first in his office. Head down the hall, past the library, and turn left."

"Ok, alright," Willow mumbled. How peculiar – what could Giles want with her? She had sent in her report on the slayer search on her last day in Asia…


Willow opened the door to Giles' office and glanced around. He had changed it a bit since the chaos of opening the castle as Watchers Council HQ before she left. The room had a 'gentleman's' vibe to it – er, not that it had sexy showgirls or anything, it was just very much decorated as she pictured how an Englishman would decorate. Dark mahogany wood was the chosen decorative scheme, with his shelves, desk, and bookcase matching. The bookcase and shelves where lined with journals and books, many of them the musty-Giles-lovin variety. A window overlooked a garden tucked behind the castle, where lilies and orchards beautified the area.

Giles looked up at her and smiled. He wore a soft moss-green sweater that made him appear so casual that she almost forgot he was the new President of the Watchers Council. "Willow," he greeted kindly as he stood up to give her a fatherly hug. "How are you? I heard you got back last week?"

Willow took a seat across from his desk. "Oh, yeah," she said with a guilty expression. "I'm so sorry I didn't visit sooner—"

Chuckling, Giles waved her concerns away. "I am well aware, thanks to Anya, that you have been busy with other things this week. Don't worry about it, Willow."

Argh, what was it with Anya and having to make jokes about her and Sirius' sexy times? Just because onetime everyone had overheard her and Sirius have sex back in Sunnydale (their first time, actually) didn't mean she always had to bring it up.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Willow inquired as she leaned forward in her chair.

Folding his hands on the desk, Giles fixed her with a weighty stare. "I know that you've been a bit out of loop of all the administrative changes within both the Watchers Council and the Sineya School. Now that you're back, I would like to talk with you about your future."

Willow's green eyes widened dramatically. "My future?" she squeaked.

Giles smiled. "Indeed. Now, in the three months since Sunnydale's collapse I've had the opportunity to put together a well crafted team of experts at the Sineya School, which includes the Council personal as well. Tell me, what do you think of this list?"

He slid a typed sheet of paper over his desk and Willow picked it up to read.

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Members of the Watchers Council Board of Directors
1. Rupert Giles
2. Buffy Summers
3. Faith Lehane
4. Willow Rosenberg
5. Xander Harris
6. Luna Lovegood
7. Bernard Crowley
8. Harold Robson
9. Robin Wood
10. Remus Lupin
11. Anya Jenkins

Faculty and Staff of the Sineya School for Gifted Young Women
Rupert Giles, Headmaster
Bernard Crowley, Principal of Curriculum
Andromeda Tonks, Dean of Students
Harold Robson, Director of Public Affairs and Communications
Willow Rosenberg, Director of Research
Anya Jenkins, Director of Development

Buffy Summers, Field Instructor
Faith Lehane, Field Instructor
Xander Harris, Field Instructor
Robin Wood, Field Instructor
Andrew Wells, Field Instructor

Remus Lupin, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts
Connor Angel, Teacher Assistant for Defense Against the Dark Arts
Ted Tonks, Professor of General Studies Education
Amelia McGonagall, Professor of Philosophy, Ethics, and Magic

Willow read it over slowly. Giles as Headmaster came to no surprise. Although she had yet to meet Robson, Giles' old Council friend who almost died in a Bringer attack last year, and Crowley, Robin Wood's adopted father and retired Watcher, she knew that they were being brought on board. But then her eyes narrowed in surprise as she read the next line, and reread it again.

"Now I think we're quite fortunate that Sirius put us in contact with his cousin Andromeda and her husband Ted. Both of them have a good deal of expertise with private tutoring and the educational sector in general. Andromeda had, once upon a time, began her studies to be a Mind Healer before the First Wizarding War made her cease her studies, and she's really taken to counseling and providing activities for the girls. Ted will be taking care of the general studies education, which will include standard school curriculum including English and Arithmetic, since we do want our girls to obtain a solid education," Giles informed her.

Willow just gave him a blank stare, bewildered that he was just rambling on about the list he just gave her like it didn't give her a really super duper important position.

Giles continued on, smiling a bit at her reaction. "Anya, of course, loves getting money and I have no doubt she'll do wonders in developing our funds and enhancing the Council's resources. Remus undoubtedly is a skilled teacher and Angel's son Connor has really thrived in his new role assisting Remus."

"After my old friend Amelia aided you last summer with your magical addition, I thought she would be helpful instructing the girls on meditation, the ethics of being a slayer, and provide earth magic instruction should any of our girls decide to venture down that path." Giles' smile widened and she could tell that he was particularly proud of ensnaring Amelia for that role – her mentor did not usually engage in activities outside of the Devon Coven.

"As for our field instructors," Giles added, "they are of course responsible for teaching the girls hand-to-hand, weaponry, and field excursions to practice their skills."

Willow couldn't help but laugh. "Andrew, really?"

Giles chuckled and shook his head. "You would be surprised to see how much better he's been. He's been taking this 'field instructor' position incredibly serious. I have to admit, he's made me change my mind about him."

"And me?" Willow asked incredulously. "I mean, Giles! Director of Research sounds way too important a-and I'm only twenty-three! Plus, I'm like Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel considering I don't even have a baccalaureate degree. I mean, how can Ido something that important if I'm only Miss 'High School Diploma plus Some College'?" She sucked in a deep breath after her moment of babbling.

"Willow," Giles stated seriously. "I have complete and utter faith in you. To be quite frank, you're more qualified for this job than anyone I know. You've been performing research on spells, apocalypses, demons, and other areas of the supernatural for the last seven years; and not to mention in the most notorious of life-or-death situations. Not only have you come through when needed, but your skills have drastically improved. Further, you are a bright young woman with a great deal of untapped leadership."

She cast her eyes down shyly at the desk, examining the smoothness of the wood and quality workmanship. Finally she glanced up at Giles. "I guess…if you think so."

"I know so," Giles reaffirmed with an encouraging smile. "I'm also still recruiting for the Council, trying to find men and women of quality to serve in further staff and faculty roles. Your new position may be rather burdensome in the beginning, and for that I apologize, but I will be working to increase your staff. My hope is that next year we can establish several small satellite offices around the globe at various locations of demonic energy."

Willow found herself smirking. "Wow, sounds super fun," she replied in a dry, sarcastic voice. "Yay for more Hellmouths." Her fist waved in the air in mock celebration.

Giles peered at her over the top of his glasses. "Do I need to enter into a lecture on the war that must be always fought, even if never won, or shall I simply glare?" he asked dryly in return.

"Glaring is good!" Willow said with a bright smile as she stood up. Giles-lectures were not of the good. "So, time for our fancy Board of Directors meeting?"

"I don't know about 'fancy', but I did order cheese and crackers," Giles informed her as he walked out the door.

"Giles! You crazy English party animal, you," Willow grinned as she followed him


A/N:

I am officially taking nominations for other Sineya School faculty and staff members.Nominees can be from any fandom. In particular I would like to see characters nominated that would make great martial arts instructors (considering no btvs characters are actually belt winners). Already the greater Willow's Thief universe includes the fandoms of: Supernatural, True Blood, Law and Order: SVU, and Gilmore Girls, but feel free to select from other fandoms as well!

Next up…we see what spell Voldemort has been working on ;)

Clarification: Regarding dates and timelines, I feel like it's better to use the BTVS years (so there are things like computers and internet) but the HP calendar of events (date of Harry's birthday, school starting, and other HP events).

References:
*Jokhang Temple: .org/wiki/Jokhang
*Lhasa (home to the Jokhang Temple): .org/wiki/Lhasa
*Kirby: .org/wiki/Kirby_%28character%29
*Blakiston's Fish Owl: .org/wiki/Blakiston%27s_Fish_Owl
*Blakiston's Fish Owl pictures: .com/photos_
*HP Timeline: ?startyear=1995&endyear=
*Willow's hatred of oppression: Demonstrated in Season 4's 'Pangs' when she was outraged at how Native Americans had been brutally treated.
*River Cherwell: .org/wiki/River_Cherwell
*Watchers Council Headquarters: First seen in the 1st chapter of 'Crescent and Spike's Most Excellent Adventure'
*Anya making fun of their sexy times: Willow's Thief, Chapter 42: Whips and Chains in the Chamber of Secrets
*Harold Robson – I made up the first name, but Robson is the guy whose wife was killed and he was almost killed by a Bringer when Giles came into his apartment and fought the Bringers off.
*Bernard Crowley – No appearances in BTVS but he was the Watcher of Nikki Wood who then adopted her orphaned son Robin. It is indicated that Bernard and Robin have a close relationship. Personally, I like the think that Bernard was one of the few 'good' Watchers (clearly he took in his protégé's son) and he retired after Nikki's death (which is common for most watchers, it seems).
*Amelia McGonagall – Featured in Willow's Thief as Willow's magic mentor and she also happens to be Minerva McGonagall's 'squib' sister. Of course, few people realize that even 'squibs' can access earth magic. She is the leader of the Devon Coven and it is her cottage where Sirius met Willow.
*The Watchers Council Organizational Chart - *snort* If you can't tell, I work in the education field so I happen to be very familiar with all these roles... ;)