Summary: Willow gets pissed.
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~*~ Reactions - Watchers ~*~
Meanwhile in London two other individuals were feeling a mixture of exasperation, fear, and anger. A quiet looking greying bespectacled gentleman dressed in tweed seated behind a large mahogany desk watched a slim fiery redhead pace the polished wooden floor across from him.
"She is so grounded!"
"Willow--"
"She is grounded until she turns twenty-one!"
"I think--"
"From now on she is confined to a warded room after sunset!"
"You are--"
"I am so going to put a tracking charm on that girl!"
"Over reacting!"
Rupert Giles shouted the last two words at his redheaded companion.
Willow Rosenberg spun in place the thin layers of charcoal and gray chiffon and silk floating around her slim legs covered with opaque green tights that matched the silk and velvet corset-vest shaped to her torso.
Willow blinked back tears.
"No I'm not." She replied in more calm tones that didn't hide her fear. "It's Tuesday. Dawn always gets into trouble on Tuesday."
Giles considered that information and remembered the standing joke in the Scooby gang. If Dawn got kidnapped or stumbled into trouble it more than not happened on a Tuesday.
"Have you tried a tracking spell?"
Willow glared at the British Watcher.
"Of course I tried a locator spell!" Her shoulders slumped. "For some reason it is not working," she confessed. "If we were back home I'd say the energy aura from the Hellmouth was interfering but London doesn't have a Hellmouth, does it?"
"It doesn't." Giles confirmed. "But other things can shield a target."
"You mean wards?"
"Yes. The Watchers Council HQ used to be shielded by wards that prevented demons from using scrying spells on the building." Giles explained. "Dawn is probably in a place that has similar protections."
Willow stilled as she processed the information. She moved away and towards another desk covered by an over-sized detailed map of England. Four candles burned in each corner, in each quarter domain of direction – north, south, east, and west.
A breeze blew through the room ruffling red tresses. There were no windows.
"Willow--."
"I'm not going to lose her Giles." Willow responded bluntly. Her voice deepened into lower octaves. Streaks of black and white began to appear in her red hair framing her face with a criss-cross of black and white streaks. "I'm not going to lose Dawnie!"
Green irises darkened into black as Willow reached deep within into depths fuelled by primitive emotions and desires – fear, anger, hate, love, passion.
Willow Rosenberg pushed. She pushed uncaring that she was breaking wards that were hundreds of years old. She broke past the wards shielding Hogsmeade. She pushed shattering barriers most believed unbreakable. The wards that veiled Wizarding towns were good. They kept most Muggles out and gave warning to Aurors and Ministry officials in case of any attack.
In Willows experience wards were used to keep prisoners in, to hide evil from the public eye, to keep the good guys out of the bad guys lair. Every trace of green bled into black as fear and rage burned out doubts. She pushed shattering thousand year old protective wards without concern in her desire to reach her loved one. The wards protecting Hogwarts fell.
"I won't lose Dawn like Buffy!" Her voice lowered with urgent concern. "Whoever did this is going to pay!"
Willow gathered latent earth energies and cast a teleportation spell that would normally require a coven and vanished from the room.
She left behind a stunned bemused Giles.
It took him some time to recover from the speed with which Willow acted and to begin fretting.
"Oh dear! Why did she have to go over board like that?" Giles picked up a discreet cordless phone and speed dialled a number. "Why couldn't she have waited to give me an address!"
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TBC...
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AN: Kinda short I know. You have to wait and see what happens next. A bit of a spoiler - Dawn doesn't hook up in this fic but Willow does, with our fav greasy git of a Potion Master. Don't squirm. I write Willow-Severus fics. I truly believe only someone with Dark experience can love/match/complement/handle her. If you can't tolerate Sev getting Will then you better stop reading right now.
Please read and review. (sarhea1980@yahoo.ca)
Raves and constructive criticism please.
Flames will be ignored.
Cheers!
Sarhea
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~*~ Reactions - Watchers ~*~
Meanwhile in London two other individuals were feeling a mixture of exasperation, fear, and anger. A quiet looking greying bespectacled gentleman dressed in tweed seated behind a large mahogany desk watched a slim fiery redhead pace the polished wooden floor across from him.
"She is so grounded!"
"Willow--"
"She is grounded until she turns twenty-one!"
"I think--"
"From now on she is confined to a warded room after sunset!"
"You are--"
"I am so going to put a tracking charm on that girl!"
"Over reacting!"
Rupert Giles shouted the last two words at his redheaded companion.
Willow Rosenberg spun in place the thin layers of charcoal and gray chiffon and silk floating around her slim legs covered with opaque green tights that matched the silk and velvet corset-vest shaped to her torso.
Willow blinked back tears.
"No I'm not." She replied in more calm tones that didn't hide her fear. "It's Tuesday. Dawn always gets into trouble on Tuesday."
Giles considered that information and remembered the standing joke in the Scooby gang. If Dawn got kidnapped or stumbled into trouble it more than not happened on a Tuesday.
"Have you tried a tracking spell?"
Willow glared at the British Watcher.
"Of course I tried a locator spell!" Her shoulders slumped. "For some reason it is not working," she confessed. "If we were back home I'd say the energy aura from the Hellmouth was interfering but London doesn't have a Hellmouth, does it?"
"It doesn't." Giles confirmed. "But other things can shield a target."
"You mean wards?"
"Yes. The Watchers Council HQ used to be shielded by wards that prevented demons from using scrying spells on the building." Giles explained. "Dawn is probably in a place that has similar protections."
Willow stilled as she processed the information. She moved away and towards another desk covered by an over-sized detailed map of England. Four candles burned in each corner, in each quarter domain of direction – north, south, east, and west.
A breeze blew through the room ruffling red tresses. There were no windows.
"Willow--."
"I'm not going to lose her Giles." Willow responded bluntly. Her voice deepened into lower octaves. Streaks of black and white began to appear in her red hair framing her face with a criss-cross of black and white streaks. "I'm not going to lose Dawnie!"
Green irises darkened into black as Willow reached deep within into depths fuelled by primitive emotions and desires – fear, anger, hate, love, passion.
Willow Rosenberg pushed. She pushed uncaring that she was breaking wards that were hundreds of years old. She broke past the wards shielding Hogsmeade. She pushed shattering barriers most believed unbreakable. The wards that veiled Wizarding towns were good. They kept most Muggles out and gave warning to Aurors and Ministry officials in case of any attack.
In Willows experience wards were used to keep prisoners in, to hide evil from the public eye, to keep the good guys out of the bad guys lair. Every trace of green bled into black as fear and rage burned out doubts. She pushed shattering thousand year old protective wards without concern in her desire to reach her loved one. The wards protecting Hogwarts fell.
"I won't lose Dawn like Buffy!" Her voice lowered with urgent concern. "Whoever did this is going to pay!"
Willow gathered latent earth energies and cast a teleportation spell that would normally require a coven and vanished from the room.
She left behind a stunned bemused Giles.
It took him some time to recover from the speed with which Willow acted and to begin fretting.
"Oh dear! Why did she have to go over board like that?" Giles picked up a discreet cordless phone and speed dialled a number. "Why couldn't she have waited to give me an address!"
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TBC...
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AN: Kinda short I know. You have to wait and see what happens next. A bit of a spoiler - Dawn doesn't hook up in this fic but Willow does, with our fav greasy git of a Potion Master. Don't squirm. I write Willow-Severus fics. I truly believe only someone with Dark experience can love/match/complement/handle her. If you can't tolerate Sev getting Will then you better stop reading right now.
Please read and review. (sarhea1980@yahoo.ca)
Raves and constructive criticism please.
Flames will be ignored.
Cheers!
Sarhea