Willow was currently standing near what was supposed to be the entrance to London's Wizarding World. Along with her were Julia, Zoe, Kim, Abernathy, Buffy, and Faith. Dawn begged to come but what they'd been gathering about the current environment alarmed them; an actual… war going on, increasing the chances of Dawn getting kidnapped. And Dawn falling into the wrong hands would be very bad. So they were going to determine who were the two sides, and more importantly, which sides should the Council assist, if necessary. The Chosen Slayers had determined that there was no way they were going to allow not only one of their most powerful weapons to walk into a potentially dicey situation, but considering she was one of their treasured BFFs and a Scooby, and sister (adopted or otherwise), there was no way they'd chance Dawn getting kidnapped. As for Julia, ever since that moment back in Los Angeles, her connection to Willow had deepened.

While nothing had yet to happen, not even an open acknowledgement of their mutual attraction—which seemed to mild a word for what constantly simmered underneath Julia's skin, she felt… possessive of the Witch, and the urge to Mark the red-head as hers grew stronger every day. They all carried weapons (Willow was a weapon), except the Coven was able to do a 'Concealment Spell' that hid both Faith and Buffy's Scythes, Julia's sword, Zoe's machete, Abernathy's sais, while Kim simply slipped her guns in her shoulder holster underneath her leather jacket. Willow carried a set of daggers, but those too were slipped into a set of specially-made holsters from Xander.

Abernathy stood next to Willow reading from a slip of paper. Frowning she tried to figure out which of the three buildings they were looking for was the Leaky Cauldron. "Let's see… apparently it's here, in between a book shop and music store. I think this is it."

Willow had already lifted a hand, feeling the magic bleeding out towards her like a beacon call and suddenly the building seemed clearer, and there stood the Leaky Cauldron. "This is it!" she exclaimed excitedly.

The thought of seeing a world filled with other Witches was beyond exciting for her. Suddenly two men; one burly and the other lanky, wearing dark robes, appeared, and began shouldering past them. "Move out of the way you bloody, filthy, Mudbloods!"

But their intent was immediately halted by Faith's hand around the neck of the lanky one, lifting him off the ground. "You might wanna watch where you're goin.' Push one of us again and you'll find your face pushed into that wall." Faith growled menacingly.

"Yeah, and who you callin' mudblood?" Kim shared a bewildered look with her comrades, shrugging in askance at her friends and Clan, and simply chalked it up to some kind of insult. But when they'd taken their eyes off of them, one of them managed to palm his wand and started to point it at one of them.

However, it was Willow who saw this, eyes widened, knowing nothing good could come from that pointy stick, made a motion with her hand, chanted, "Thicken."

The man's eyes did some widening of his own once he realized that he couldn't move, but by then it was too late. Another woman, the shorter blonde plucked his wand from his hand, handed it over to the red-head, right when his world went dark, from a punch at his temple from the tall, wavy-haired woman. The other male, had already been restrained by Faith, as Zoe began searching to see if he had any weapons, such as another pointy stick.

Carefully examining the stick, Willow could only marvel, "Cliché much?" Yet she was fascinated. All that's left would be Witches flying on brooms, she thought with some sarcastic amusement. Instead she halted Kim from pistol-whipping him into unconsciousness, stepping closer to the now scared burly male. "What is this?" indicating the pointy-stick. "And what the heck is a mudblood?"

He just stared in awe at her. "You're a Witch! But you have no wand? How is that possible?"

"Hold him still Faith, we need some answers," she instructed. Julia stood protectively nearby. She never knew with magic, even though the red-head was powerful, whatever magic this guy practices is different, and there may be a reaction from Willow. Mostly she just wanted to keep a watchful-eye on her red-head. She watched as Willow chanted a few words, laid her palm on his forehead, ignoring his futile struggles, as she started to sift through his mind.

Minutes, what felt like hours allowed Willow to see a world that had they almost ventured into, and realized that they might have been slightly ill-prepared for. Pale and shaky, but the burn of rage and horror began to run through her, quickly steadying her. Her skin becoming flushed with the brilliance of her indignation, Willow began to explain. "Apparently, the 'good guys' have been overrun by Hitler-esque creeps. Led by the biggest creep of all, some… guy name Moldyshorts? Voldy-something? People are being tortured and killed, to be replaced by those with…"

She kicked the frightened male, "What was the 'word?'" When the guy continued to look stupid and frightened, she clarified. "The 'word' for people who are… desirables," she sneeringly demanded.

"Y-you mean purebloods?" he warbled.

Abernathy gave a snort while rolling her eyes, "Are you serious?"

With a sigh, Willow waved another spell over the male to knock him unconscious. "I wish this was laughable, but from the sheer amount of terror and horribleness, it's not even close to being funny. I think we need a change of plans."

Nodding, Buffy chimed in. "Will's right. There's people that will need our help and I'm thinkin' the whole Council-kinda help." She returned her attention to Willow. "Do we know anything about the good guys?"

Willow gave mental pout, knowing they had to delay their entry into the Wizarding World for a few days. "Not yet, only names like Harry Potter or Dumbledee? Or was it Dumbledo?... no I think it was Dumbledorf."

"Well, I think we need to 'ave some unexpected guests," Zoe pointed towards the two unconscious men.

"I believe you're right. We need more answers and it looks like these guys might be able to fill in those blanks. Besides I think Xan's about finished with those tricked-out cells, we can toss em' in there when we're finished, so they can't warn anyone." Mostly Julia was trying to curb her instincts to plant a deep, soul-worthy kiss on Sugar. Which is what happens whenever Willow lets her Alpha-Bitch come out to play.