Arcturus wouldn’t have admitted it, but most of the fun was in getting a reaction, and if that took three attempts, well, that took three attempts. He was about to call back to her, mockingly, when it occurred to him that it was awfully peculiar that she was going back and forth that way.
He said nothing, but the next time she emerged from the building, he flew low and dismounted neatly from his broom. After examining the pump for a moment, he looked back at her. He might have seemed a little out of place, the young wizard with his impossibly-white shirt collar and long over-robes that were plain but clearly on the expensive side. His expression spoke of a mild bewilderment, at the very least.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked her bluntly, with not the slightest hint of sarcasm or teasing.