Summer had come, but limbo continued endlessly. The aftermath of visiting Azkaban was far greater that Odhrán could have ever anticipated. His clinic remained closed, his magic was still recovering and some of the emotional blows he had suffered were still weighing heavily on his mind.
However, with his break from routine had come time to reflect. He'd come to the conclusion that if he kept everything he knew to himself and tried to solve his problems on his own, he wouldn't get very far. This was now bigger than him and there was more at stake than just his family name and reputation. He needed allies and fast.
One of the few people Odhrán knew that he considered both trustworthy and an asset was Pyxis Abercrombie. The other man only revealed himself slowly, but Odhrán was reasonably certain they held similar convictions. Maybe, they weren't a perfect match, but they had more in common than not. Perhaps, Abercrombie would be open to a lose cooperation.
As a first step, he'd invited Pyxis to his home in Arranmore. It was the first time things were getting this personal. Though they'd spent plenty of time together studying legillimency techniques it had never been just a social occasion. Odhrán felt somewhat apprehensive if Pyxis would even come and if this new dynamic would be welcome. Sure, Pyxis had visited him in hospital when he had been unwell, but Odhrán continued to have his doubts. The young Abercrombie could be so aloof and Odhrán didn't exactly make friends easily among his pureblood peers.
It had been ages since anybody had come by the house and the few elves remaining at Ard na Mara were certainly not used to entertaining. That last time had been when... Well, there was an unwelcome thought. The separation from his ex-girlfriend was still fresh on his mind. Nearly dying had changed his perspective on so many things including that relationship.
Though it made little sense, he found himself pacing up and down the foyer at Ard na Mara. Four o'clock was approaching and soon he would know more about the nature of their friendship. Was Pyxis all in? The letter he'd sent had been cryptic, suggesting there were some people they might want to discuss, but he hadn't dared to commit anything else to the page and compromise them both.
The fragrant citrus smell of punch romaine was starting to waft from the kitchen. Really, the elves had gone for that? It seemed dated to Odhrán's sensibilities, but maybe Pyxis would like it. The Abercrombies had a reputation for being quite traditional, but punch romaine, maybe that was just a step to far. He would have to wait and see.