Moody was waiting down by the lane for his last lunch guest to arrive. Verity had already carted the other three to the house and had lunch ready and waiting for the last member of their party to arrive.

He wanted to have a private word with the man before they joined the others. He wasn't terribly sure how his magical eye worked, but he knew it didn't function like a normal eye, and he wanted to keep that knowledge as contained as possible. Oh sure, when it was pointed forward, it could see normal things like colors and trees and people and whatnot just like any ordinary eye, but it could also see... Magic.

Well, not magic per se -- the effects of magic. The magical signature of active magic. It made things glow. Right now, there was a pink-orange bubble over his farm where he knew the wards would be if did a check on them. Arthur Weasley's '59 Ford had looked sort of blue -- sky blue to be exact -- and it wasn't because that's what color it had been painted.

The fact that he could see magic was what let him look through the back of his head and other solid objects. It had been very disconcerting when he'd first had the eye bonded to his system, but he'd grown used to it.

The amount of magic he saw on a daily basis was titanic -- every witch and wizard had a magical aura eminating from their magical core, and it seemed like they all had some sort of charmed gewgaw or a transfigured cloak, or something else with a bloody charm on it. It had gotten to the point where he had just ignored it for the most part, unless he was utilizing his eye's special mobility features. In that case, he paid attention because it was dark in the back of his eye socket.

With the CRACK! of apparition, Doktor Werner Jager, retired unspeakable and the only trained Spell-Weaver that Moody knew well enough to discuss this matter with popped into existence.

"Werner, you old sod! How are you doing?"

"I em vell, Alastor... Ent hyu?" Jager came over to shake his hand. Moody reached out and grabbed the man's forearm, and he did the same to Moody.

"Fair to middling," he responded. "These are... interesting times that we live in. Come. There is much to discuss."

He led the old Bavarian across the wards and up the driveway toward the house.

"Zo... How eez zat eyeball vorkink for you? Steel vorkink vell?"

"Actually, that's part of what I wanted to discuss with you."

Jager had made the eye for him based on an artifact discovered by a Gringotts tomb raiding team. From what he understood, the ability to see the magic in the world was a by-product of the charm that allowed it to see the things that eyes normally saw.

"Yah? Eez sometink wronk?"

"You remember that I am able to see Magic with it?"

"Yah. Eez side-effect for makink vork zee normal wision. Ees similar to mein spelled spectacles." He tapped the bough of his old-fashioned round spectacles with his gnarled finger. "Vhy?"

"I saw something suspicious."

"Oh?"

"Yes. It was at the Jones and Goldstein trial... There were a small number of members who changed their votes. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have though anything of it, except that we were all mingling in chambers just before we voted, and the Wizengamot Member I was speaking to had explicitly told me that he was going to push for the kiss."

"Go on," Jager prodded.

"It was at that point that I saw the ring on his hand flare a sort of yellow-white for about a half-second and then it went back to exactly as it had been."

The old Bavarian's brow furrowed. "Vhat deed eet look like vhen it vas not yellow-vhite?"

"Honestly? It looked like it had been transfigured, but there was something else there... something sort of shimmery and silver."

"Hy have no idea vhat zat spell is. Perhaps eef I couldt geet mein hends on vun ov zose reengs, I could help out, but vizout lookink at zee ectual megic vis diagnostical spells, I do not seenk I ken help vis zat."

Moody sighed. "I'll try to see if I can't get you access to one. In the meantime, our party awaits, and it's never a good idea to keep Griselda or Esme waiting."

"Ollivander eezer. He's qvite frightenink vhen riled."