Ivy was broadly irritated with Persy, but she was also curious, and it was promptly at the start of her lunch hour that she took the floo network from the Ministry atrium to Broadmoor Household, Hogsmeade, Scotland. She brushed the soot off in the fireplace and stepped out, scanning the parlor until she saw Persy.

"Afternoon," Ivy said, stiff. She'd been upset with Persy before, because she was often upset with people, but — Persephone had never ignored her for weeks on end before. This explanation was going to have to be good.