One single change on All Hallows Eve could have drastically shifted the events of Harry's life.

Neville Longbottom wanted exactly one thing after the war ended, to live in relative obscurity growing plants. So far, his plans have worked well, except for one minor hitch. He's alone, and he finds himself desperate enough to accept a blind date. But can he get his mind off of the author of some intriguing botany correspondence long enough to give his blind date a chance?