Arcturus usually flew to school. It wasn't the most efficient way to get there, but he needed as much flying practice as possible, given that he was missing out on the daily Quidditch practice he'd have had at Hogwarts. That, and apparating still unsettled him a little. He could do it, but he wasn't sure if the Everdale healers would be much use if he had an accident. Flying, he was confident with. The young wizard sped above the treetops, his black robes fluttering in the wind and his school satchel dangling down from where he had hung it on the broom.
Ordinarily, it was an uneventful journey. Sometimes there was bad weather. Sometimes he spotted magical creatures, and once he'd caught sight of a fire in the forest and made a detour to put it out with water-conjuring spells. Not that his Arithmancy professor had believed him when he explained the reason for his lateness! But usually, nothing remarkable happened – which meant that the sight of another boy standing atop a great sheet of ice that had somehow appeared in the middle of the pathway below caught his attention immediately.
Arcturus flew over at once, and hovered in front of him. 'Good morning,' he said, politely, just as if they had met in a perfectly ordinary fashion. He hoped he would be understood. The ice-wizard looked Japanese, and while Arcturus had been studying the language, with some help from Yuri Katsuki, he knew he'd be hopeless at conversation.
'Did you conjure up the ice? It's a very clever spell, if you did,' he remarked.