a flashback…
(for anyone still reading)
Two weeks before…
Agent Ron Steele of the British SAS had been following the suspect for a good twenty minutes. He knew the suspect only by the codename of "the witch." She was dressed rather oddly, with a cloak and a tall hat. That made it easy enough for anyone to follow her, much less a SAS agent. He knew nothing more than that the suspect was part of an underground movement in London known as "the cult." He wondered why this was so important, but he had orders and agents never question orders.
The Witch had been ducking in and out of alleys and backstreets and was now looking at storefronts, suddenly she turned seemed to disappear into a wall. He quickly approached and saw what looked faintly like a door, held open barely by the hem of a robe stuck in it. He could hear voiced inside.
Within ten minutes a swat team had arrested the pub's inhabitants and taken the to the station for questioning. They found out little from them until they came to a toothless man. He started babbling about wands and bricks and seemingly nonsense. No one suspected what they would find on the other side of a brick wall behind the Leaky Cauldron. The streets were packed in front of the undercover "wizards", people were buying and selling what looked like chicken parts and staring at brooms. All in medieval fashion. The magikers as the people were soon known as, were labeled as enemies of the British country and military movement was soon taken. Little groups of these people began appearing all over the world, in old castles and houses and other places. The world had a new scapegoat and things more horrible than the Salem Witch trials happened to anyone found involved in "witchcraft."
The wizards needed a new place to live and soon.
