Arcturus hadn't met anyone calling herself a mage yet, but it was hardly any stranger than the 'sorcerers' and 'warlocks' he had encountered in the few small shops which sold magical supplies. To him, the terminology didn't matter a bit. Magic was magic.
After climbing into the carriage, he settled himself beside Mr Volkov and laid his broomstick carefully against the door. Before long they were on their way down the road, and he drew the small curtain across so that he could look out the window at the buildings going past. It was neither as fast nor as exhilarating as flying a broomstick at a good speed, but as he hadn't had the opportunity to ride in carriages at home, it still held a certain appeal.
When the other wizard spoke to him again, he turned back towards him. 'It isn't very far,' he replied. 'We're going to go past the market and some of the other places you might find useful along the way, and I expect we'll reach Summerbridge and the shop with the best chocolates I've tried here within an hour or so.' The journey was a short one by Arcturus' standards, at least. He refused to even try the train, let alone the more alarming muggle vehicles.
'Are you certain that it's only chocolate you need?' he asked, a little curiously. It truly was a peculiar request for an ill man to make.