Lighting fires was another task he’d learned to do with magic. Eliot Lestrange had tried to tell him that muggles did it by rubbing sticks together, but Arcturus wasn’t quite that gullible. He’d seen match-sellers. He supposed you could heat bath-water by a fire, instead of just using the fire to keep it warm, but that seemed a bother. Most things seemed to be, without magic.
The woman’s question surprised him, and he blinked. He didn’t know, not really, because he’d never had any reason to think about it before. Looking at the pump for a moment, he replied, ‘I expect it takes water from the ground.' Which was clever enough of them, if it was true. Why didn’t the dirty muggles he saw in some parts of London do that?