Arcturus nodded. Different solutions for different places. Not that any of them compared to the magical way of doing things, though.
‘I’ve never used anything of that sort,’ he told her. ‘When I need water to wash with, I conjure it up.’ He sounds more proud of the fact than he needs to, as if it’s inherent proof of wizarding superiority – which to Arcturus, it is, in a way. ‘It’s far more convenient.’