"Ru," Angus told her, "don't start falling back into all that anxiety again. I'm not going outside. This is entirely about protections charms, and I've been doing those for years. Besides, I'm not going alone. It's fine." He and Marcus went over to Edwards to start their check over there. They checked the doors and windows and the lights. Angus wasn't sure where Ruby had gotten the idea that the windows were magically shatterproof from weather events. Protection for intruders was different from any sort of protection from Mother Nature. Angus had honestly just never considered putting on protections from weather.
"Did you tell her the windows were unbreakable or something?" Marcus looked at Angus as they were upstairs in Edward's master bedroom.
"Well, I meant from intruders--like James. I didn't mean from wind or weather. I might not have been clear about it," Angus said.
"Well, let's just bloody fix it and try to increase the protection spells to keep the glass in one piece," Marcus laughed, amused. He and Angus went around the duplex and cast additional layers of protection charms on the doors and windows in order to try to make sure that the storm wouldn't not break through. When they got to the basement, Angus went into a small, secure back room, and Marcus followed. He saw there was a mysterious looking box on the floor in the corner.
"I thought she was mistaken about a magical generator," Marcus frowned. "I've never heard of such a thing. And why isn't there one at the main house?"
"There is," Angus said. "Over there, its up in the attic. It isn't exactly a generator, not like a muggle generator anyway. Robert had them installed. As he explained it to me, magic is in the air all the time. It's everywhere. That's why we don't need to rely on power lines and batteries and such thing. It doesn't exactly work like that. However, certain weather events, like lighting storms, can cause an unpredictable surge of magical energy because magic is very much like lightning. Certain weather events can cause lights and such to go into a bit of upheaval that either drains things like lights or it can cause them to surge and explode. So, these little boxes are designed to even out the magic that's used to power things. They run on enchanted crystals and stones. I believe, when there is an excess of magic in the air caused by weather, the crystals can hold a bit of it, not an inordinate amount, though."
"So some muggles who believe that if they set their crystals out in the moonlight or the sunlight to charge them might not be entirely wrong," Marcus said.
"Well, not entirely, no. Without realizing it, they're setting them out so that the magic energy in the air might be absorbed by the stones. They believe its charged by moonlight or sunlight, so they're doing the right thing but for the wrong reason." Angus opened a drawer in the box, got out a handful of fresh stones, put them in the main chamber of the box and took a large handful of glowing ones and put them in a drawstring bag and put them in the drawer.
"Changing crystals to have somewhere for the storms magical energy to go," Marcus guessed.
"Exactly," Angus said.
"And what happens to these that are already fully charged?"
"Robert and Edward use them to heat their cauldrons in certain types of spells. Certain lightworker spells require crystal energy, not straight fire. When the crystals are drained, they'll bring them back and we'll do it all over again."
"So it isn't really a generator but it isn't exactly not a generator either," Marcus said.
"More or less, yes. That's right. But calling it a generator is close enough for me."
When they were finished and had come back to where the others were, Angus went to the pantry and started getting out ingredients--peanut oil, popcorn, treacle, muscovado sugar, butter, and Christmas shaped sprinkles, beeswax food wrap, and a huge mixing bowl.
"What is all that for?" Simone asked.
"Wait and see," Angus smiled. "They're delicious." He first cut some of the beeswax paper into wide strips and set them aside. Then he made the popcorn and made a hot, sticky syrup with the treacle, the sugar, and the butter. He mixed the syrup and the sprinkles into the popcorn and stirred it gently but very quickly. Edward got up, washed his hands, and he and Angus buttered their hands to keep the steaming hot syrup from sticking to their hands and burning. Together they worked very quickly and took a handful of the sticky popcorn mixture and made it into balls that were about the size of a cricket ball. They wrapped the balls in the pieces of wax paper and twisted the ends, very much like how humbugs were wrapped.
"And what are these, exactly?" Marcus asked.
"Popcorn balls. I know they're normally made at the Colorado ranch for Halloween, but I thought we'd change the sprinkles and make them for Christmas instead. I think you'll like them. Take one, unwrap it and just bite into it like eating an apple. And I used hulless popcorn, so you won't find any unpopped kernals in it."
"Alright. I'm game. Give me one," Marcus said, taking one, unwrapping it and biting into it. "Where have these been all my life?" He grinned.
"In the states," Angus laughed.