Hmm. Maybe this will help? It happens that I know *exactly* how electricity works. In fact, I was the first girl in my high school to take electronics classes, and I can still rewire stuff and swap out a busted outlet.

And I had *no* problem going along with your electricity = magic notion.

Reading fiction is all about willing suspension of disbelief, after all; and if a reader's not willing to suspend that disbelief - they probably weren't really *your* reader, anyway.