You were both sat in The Three Broomsticks. He’s holding your hand in his as his fingertips graze your knuckles and your rings. Enzo brings your hand to his lips and he kissed your knuckles repeatedly before repeating it on your other hand.

Giggling, you take a sip of your butter beer. A bit of froth leaves a little moustache on your top lip so he brushes it away with his thumb.

“So messy..” He chuckles softly, licking his thumb clean.