It seemed a tremendous amount of effort for a bath. When Arcturus had started school, he'd complained about having to learn domestic spells instead of having a house-elf do everything for him, but he'd soon gotten used to it. It didn't take long to conjure up enough hot water to fill a wash-basin, or even a bathtub. None of this hauling water about. Was that how muggles usually did it?
A more considerate wizard might, at this point, have offered to help the woman. Not Arcturus. He just stared, and shook his head. 'It'll take you a while, filling it that way,' he stated. 'And that water's cold.'