The Hartidge family pensieve arrived and Odhrán couldn't help but admire the piece. Unlike the one in his study, this one was clearly an antique. He'd always admired these older pieces, though in his opinion they didn't work as well as the newer models rune crafters were making now. However, there was no denying that the way the symbols were arranged on this one was not only useful, but also aesthetically pleasing. He wouldn't have minded owning a pensieve like this if only for display purposes.
The little reminder from Pyxis' house elf amused him. There really was no need to worry. He'd treat a beauty like this with all the respect she clearly deserved. He tried to give a reassuring nod and then focused his attention on pouring out the memory Pyxis wanted to view first. He wasn't too sure how he felt about sharing this, but he reckoned this memory was possibly the one Pyxis could offer an perspective on. He knew the ministry inside out having to work there every day.
The liquid swirled into the pensieve shining in bright shades of silver and grey. He gave Pyxis a bit of a bemused look. "I'm not sure how this will play out for you," he said thoughtfully. "If you have to come up for translations I will do my best." He was fairly certain part of this memory plaid out in German. Would Pyxis be able to follow? He had no idea if the pensieve magic somehow translated things. He could picture it playing out either way. Odhrán made a mental note to research the topic. It would certainly be interesting to know more about it.
The chain of memories now swirling in the pensieve started out innocuous enough. Odhrán was attending some fancy dinner at the house of the Swiss ambassador in London. The mood was pleasant, wine flowed freely and the normally quiet healer seemed a little more animated than his usual. He was talking with a dark haired witch, Maïwenn, a couple of decades his senior. It was obvious they knew each other well as Odhrán didn't seem to mind when Maïwenn encroached on his personal space to untwist the collar chain around his neck after it had become tangled.
Across the room from them Chief Warlock Aldercy Fernsby was speaking with a Swiss, half goblin financier called Zufferey, "I'll take care of it," she hissed angrily, not noticing that she was being a little louder than intended. Odhrán's attention was immediately drawn to the conversation. His eyes briefly met with the half goblin's and he reached into the financier's memories. The impression he got away with was fleeting at best, showing an unknown auror visiting a bank in Bern to request some information from the half goblin's staff.
The memory cut at this point and forwarded to a couple of weeks later. Odhrán was reading the paper back home at Ard na Mara, sitting in the same room as he was now with Pyxis. His attention was drawn by an article about an auror being dismissed from his position for being inebriated during duty. The curious thing was that the face of the auror matched the one from the banker's memory. Odhrán continued the article, reading about the auror being sent to St Mungos for treatment and rehabilitation.
Another cut. A couple of weeks later Odhrán was at St Mungo's offering a consult. He pulled up the auror's file to check what was logged. Naturally, the case had been assigned to Audish. How strange that a supposed addict was being treated by the head of spell-damage. A loss of episodic memory was noted on the chart.
The scene shifted again, showing Odhrán in Switzerland sharing dinner with the Swiss ambassador to London and Maïwenn. Their German-language conversation was meandering pleasantly.
"Maïwenn, I was wondering if you know Zufferey at all. Do you know what he does?"
Maïwenn gave Odhrán a surprised look. "Why would you associate with a low life like him?"
The Swiss ambassador, Camenzind, wrinkled his nose in displeasure. "Zufferey is a dangerous man. He has a panoramic array of high-risk clients. They include a Bulgarian veela trafficker and an Austrian millionaire who's ordered a hit on his wife."
Maïwenn nodded. "Dorveny has been trying to do something about it through legislation. However, there is no real appetite for increased regulation here in Switzerland."
Odhrán nodded his understanding. He didn't really care about Zufferey as such, but his connection with Fernsby was interesting. Maybe that meant he was looking after cabal money as well. Why else would Fernsby protect him and his establishment?
The next memory floated to the surface, showing Odhrán paying a visit to the British ministry. Speaking with a teller he explained that he was here to apply for permission to make a visit to Azkaban. He was taking to a consultation room and given a form to fill in. The memory seemed rather dull as Odhrán took his time filling in the paperwork.
However, once done, he didn't directly return to the teller he had been working with straight away. Instead he made a detour to the ministry library, picking up a pass from a gentleman called Cillian on the way. He picked up a book on advanced legillimency and settled upstairs for a while, near the portrait of his ancestor. It's as midday and several of the Unspeakables filed into the library to have their lunch. Curiously, Winthrop wasn't staying with the people he'd entered with, but instead sat down with Fernsby and a woman Odhrán didn't recognise. Odhrán was too far away to hear the conversation between them and with Winthrop's and Fernsby's back turned towards him he couldn't make eye contact.
The woman though, well, she was looking at him for a moment and Odhrán gave a flirty smile while trying to grab at her surface thoughts. She was time room. They were planning some sort of heist. The connection slipped. Odhrán returned to his reading.
Odhrán patiently waited for Pyxis to complete his viewing. He was intrigued what his friend would make of all of this. It wasn't enough evidence to accuse anyone of anything, but it was certainly fishy.