After they decided that the four of them were going to deal with Chester themselves, they moved on to where everyone was going to stay. Tony tried to argue for his place, but Kendis nipped that in the bud.

“Your smart house may handle one magical person, but I don’t think it can handle three magical people under your roof.”

Then Hermione and Ron went to the guestroom to settle in. Tony had been curious about their lack of luggage and whether Tony should call Pepper to buy them some necessities, but Kendis shook her head.

“They probably shrank their things and brought them with them.”

As Kendis left to call Dr. Lan, Tony’s mind whirled at the possibilities of that and the ability to shrink things and carry them with you without worrying about their weight. There were so many interesting possible applications of magic.

And if you added Tony’s technological knowhow to that and he couldn’t help but feel excited at all the possibilities.

‘I’m going to do something about this magic/tech incompatibility crap,’ Tony thought to himself.

He had been thinking about solutions since Kendis told him about it, but Tony still didn’t have enough data to make a decent stab at fixing the problem.

Tony had so many questions. What was magic? Was it energy or something else? What were the rules of magic? And what were the loopholes in those rules?

Tony fully intended to have Kendis buy him some magic theory books after dealing with Chester. He felt a surge of excitement. Tony was overdue for a good challenge.

He was startled out of his whirling thoughts when Kendis hung up an actual rotary telephone. The last time he had seen one was at a museum. Tony shuttered; old tech gave him hives.

“I called Dr. Lan and told him we can’t get Alke until tomorrow.” Kendis said with a disappointed sigh. “I miss my baby.”

“I know,” Tony said. “You’ll see her soon.”

Kendi sighed as she walked down and sat next to him on the sofa.

He smiled when she kissed him, but it quickly became heated, as it often did.Tony groaned as they moved against each other, and he gathered her close. As Tony sat her on his lap, Kendis sighed happily when their tongues met.

“Oy!’ Ron shouted,”Get a room!”

They broke apart, and they both turned to see Ron standing in the entrance of the living room with his hand clasped over his eyes. Kendis laughed and pressed her forehead to his.

“This is my house, mate.” Kendis said, “I kiss MY husband in MY house any time I bloody time I want.”

And God, hearing Kendis refer to him as her husband, did things to him.

Ron whined, and then he yelped and turned to see Hermione giving him an unimpressed look.

“Are you both set up in the guestroom?”

Hermione patted her husband and walked past him back into the living room.

“You know you will not get out of having a proper wedding, right?” Hermione said, as she gave Kendis a stern look.

Kendis ignored her friend as she wiggled to get comfortable on his lap. Tony wrapped his arms around her and tried not to moan as she wiggled her round pert ass against his cock

Tony glared at her as she shot him a sly grin.

“Wedding?” Tony squeaked as his brain finally caught up to Hermione’s words.

Hermione narrowed her dark brown eyes at him, and Tony quickly turned away. Tony had a feeling that despite all of Ron’s bluster, it was Hermione who was the real threat.

“We are already married,” Kendis groaned. “We don’t need a wedding.”

“That doesn’t count!” Hermione glowered at her friends. “Besides, you made a promise and I am going to hold you to it.”

“Promise?” Tony asked, curious about what Kendis had promised her best friend.

“We would be each other’s maid of honor at each other’s wedding.”

“I had to settle for Charlie as my best man,” Ron shook his head. “Mione wouldn’t allow me to have a best woman.”

“A promise is a promise, Ron.” Hermione shot back.

Tony thought about it. He was never a huge fan of weddings and usually spent the few weddings his attended getting drunk and chatting up the bridesmaids.

Kendis rolled her eyes. “Are you done giving me a bollocking? We got bigger issues than my hypothetical wedding.”

“Kendis—”

“My house, my rules, Hermione.” Kendis sang song again. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I know you must be jetlagged, but if you are going to stay here, then we need to fix the wards,” Kendis pointed out.

“Yes, I noticed that there has been considerable damage to it.” Hermione frowned. “I am extremely worried that he could break through your wards.”

“Yeah, well, The Coils have been the best ward makers since 1676.” Ron shrugged, “It makes sense that he could do it.”

The three of them had a silent conversation, and then Kendis sighed and stood up. “I don’t think Chester would attack here if he knows that you two are here, but fixing the wards should be our priority.”

“Right,” Hermione said, dusting off her dress. “Let’s get to it.”

Tony stood up. “I’m going to go outside and make a few calls. Pepper will have my balls if I just disappear for a few days. And I’m going to need a few things

Kendis quickly pecked him on the cheek before she turned and followed before she followed Hermione and Ron out the door.

***

Tony had to practically beg Pepper to clear his schedule and drop a few of his things off at Kendis’s place.

“I hope you know what you are doing,” Pepper said before she hung up.

Tony had to bite back an abrupt burst of hysterical laughter. He was married to a Wixen and her magical best friends had just crossed the Atlantic in matter of minutes just because they were worried about Kendis

At this point, Tony was pretty much winging it, but luckily for him, he worked best under pressure.

Shaking his head, Tony walked back to the house to see Kendis holding a rock about the size of a baseball in her hands and muttering something under a breath as a stream of red magic swirled around the rock.

The rock pulsed with energy for a moment, and then it settled back into rock.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked, fascinated.

“Resetting the wards,” Kendis muttered, absented mindedly.

“With a rock?”

Kendis nodded. “You see that rune?” Tony crept closer and saw a rune etched into the stone. “This is the foundation stone. They are 12 stones buried on my property. Every stone has an intention. This stone here is to protect against mental attack.”

Kendis waved her wand and said something in that weird Latin-type language, and then Tony jumped when a medium-sized hole appeared in the middle of the grass. After Kendis put the rock in the hole, the hole vanished, was abruptly replaced by grass—as if nothing ever happened.

“Hermione and Ron are resetting the stones in the backyard.”

Tony followed her around as she dug up and reset each stone. It took close two hours to get for the three friends to reset all of them before they all re-grouped inside the house.

“We have to weave it now.” Kendis nodded, then turned to him. “Can I see your phone, please.”

Tony pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. “It’s cracked!” Tony swore because he got so caught up in the spectacle that he forgot to secure his phone in his car.

“Shit, isn’t this the second phone you’ve cost me?!”

“Third,” Kendis replied cheekily and then they gave their friends a look. “You ready?”

Ron used his wand to push back the furniture, and the three of them sat in the center of the room. Tony leaned back against the wall to watch as far as he could without leaving. He didn’t want to miss a second of the show.

“Tony?” Kendis turned to him. “This is going to take a lot of us. We might faint but don’t panic.”

“Kendis—”

“She’s right, mate,” Ron said. “This is going to take a lot out of us.”

Tony pursed his lips, but he said nothing. He was new to all of this magic stuff and even though it frustrated him that he was running into this with almost no knowledge. Tony had to trust them, even though he didn’t like being left in the dark.

“I call the stone of mental protection to me,” Kendis intoned, her fingers moving in sharp intricate movements as red lights wrapped around her.

“I call the stone of physical attack,” Hermione did the same and a yellow energy wrapped her hand.

“I call the stone for protection against fire,” Ron said as a green light appeared.

And so on and so on, they called each light and then they wove the energy together. It reminded of those brightly colored plastic friendship bracelets that used to be popular in the 90s.

Then, once they were there, they spoke in unison in a deep monotone voice that was creepy as hell.

“By the will of magic,”

“By the will of Merlin,”

“By the will of three,”

“Ita dicimus, fiat voluntas nostra!”

And then the weave glowed so bright that it was near blinding, and in the next moment the construct was gone.

A loud thump made Tony blink, and he spun to find Ron, Hermione, and Kendis passed out on the ground.