Victory did not typically get himself a Christmas tree but he had impulsively decided to upon hearing about this event. He was still nursing his complimentary hot chocolate as he walked through the trees with his cane in the other hand. He figured he would transfigure it into an axe once he found his desired tree. Still, he was regretting things somewhat as his limp was becoming especially pronounced in the snow. He was not a happy camper especially as the trees he had seen so far were not to his preferences. His mood was worsened when the base of his cane hit an icy patch and he went hurtling to the ground, contents of his cup splashing across his legs. Only bright side was it had cooled enough that the heat from the hot chocolate did not hurt.