You (Persephone) love to cook and dive into herbal lore, with a side of true crime tales.

Percival Weasley, a pureblood from the Ministry, has fallen for you hard.

Percival has sent you an owl, a letter that woos you to his enchanted garden for a dinner he will cook.

Percival clears his throat and says: Dare I hope you'll join me for dinner? My garden, your company – it would be sublime.