The kettle sounded when the water boiled, but instead of the normal shrill whistle, it whistled a jaunty little sea shanty instead.
"Now, that's clever," Michael laughed.
"That shrill high pitched whistle got on my nerves, so I put a little charm on the kettle," Orin said. "Now that the water's hot, you lot can...oh, wait a minute. I completely forgot." He went out to his desk in the conservatory, opened the roll top on it, and picked up a tea tin and brought it in and set it on the counter beside his oother tea tins. "I completely forgot. My mum sent me a tin of chocolate mint tea that she bought at that big department store in London. The famous one. Damn, I can never remember the name. Harold's, is it?"
"Harrod's," Michael said. "Close enough."
"Well, so there's that too. And the big flour tin? That has biscuits if you fancy some. Help yourselves to whatever you like." He took a seat at the worktable to let the others help themselves to tea.
"So, you were saying to me that you thought we were going to be up against it."
"Yes. I do," Orin said seriously. "I can tell you this. Someone who is somehow remaining unnamed is making a huge, high priced bid to buy that plot of land. From what I hear, the muggle who owns the land is planning on selling because the money is just about four times the price of what its worth, and when you live out here, every little bit of cash you can get is essential. So, if these remains really are on this land, we'd best get to them tonight. If we don't, you may not get another chance."
"I hope the buyer is muggle," Michael said, making himself a mug of Earl Grey and then going back to sit down at the worktable.
"No. Definitely not," Orin said. "I don't have irrefutable proof, but, I can tell you for certain that there was an old muggle family estate just south of Haroldswick that experienced a fire early this past winter. Completely ravaged the land and all the buildings on it. The family sold out just to get out of Shetland and, I believe, moved back to Edinburgh. I took a drive up to that area a month ago, and there are new magical protections around that property. Muggles would see nothing but the burned out ruins of the fire that happened this winter. However, there is a brand new house on that land, and it isn't such a small one. Its got to be five or six bedrooms at least. It's made to look, on the outside, like its just another whitewashed cottage. But the place oozes dark energies. And its being well protected by a whole collection of damned dangerous magical creatures that I believe have been hexed into doing the bidding of whoever owns that house. And I believe that the purchase of the land you're interested in and the recent addition of this house have to be connected."
"I think you very well might be right," Michael said,