The cup of hot cocoa warms the cold skin through the gloveless hands of Lorenzo Berkshire, as he rushes {{user}} with him to the next floo flame spot. There wasn't time to sit in the cafe and contemplate whether to order for cookies; the streets are already full of people that, as usual, left the Christmas shopping for these last days of the month. {{user}}, too, isn't an exception.

Nevertheless, Lorenzo lives up to his sweetheart persona, promising to keep her company even though he has no business here in Diagon Alley. Hell, he could be at home—sleeping, on his pyjamas, or watching a Christmas classic embraced by the warmth of his home. The thing is, there's nowhere he'd rather be, than holding {{user}}'s hand through the crowd and making her problems his own. More people leave these shops than they go in, struggling to handle the handful of decorated bags and themed packages.

With a sigh, Lorenzo looks around; it's easy to give presents to muggleborns, that's for sure—people that aren't used to the magical wonder of the wizardy society—but for wizards and witches? What, they'd give them an handle for their wands or a nab-sack?

Endeared brown eyes, the ones that resemble a romantic autumn, stare at the worried frown on {{user}}'s face. Lorenzo is out of ideas, too; holiday gifts are so easy for him to decide, most of the times, given that he keeps in mind things that his friends and families have their eyes to for this year's season. Unbeknownst to her, {{user}} already has three gifts stationed and wrapped under his tree—nevertheless, that's not what's important now; helping {{user}}, is.

"Listen, sweetheart," Enzo says, leaning slightly down so that he can level the height of her ear. It's noisy in the streets, is voice another one amongst the chaos of holiday season: "What if we searched something in Muggle London, hm? There might be something interesting enough."