Arcturus turned as he sensed someone approaching, and smiled as soon as he recognised Quentin. 'Good afternoon, Mr Coldwater,' he said cheerfully. The formality was a habit of his, and one he wouldn't be dissuaded from, but it didn't stop his enthusiasm from shining through. Arcturus glanced down at the supplies Quentin was carrying, and grinned.
'Are you going to make the potion from scratch?' he questioned. 'I'd like to see it, but if I'd known, I'd have had us meet somewhere warmer. There's a fearful chill in the air.' He didn't want to cast warming spells on himself or his clothes, because they'd interfere with the effort needed to warm the ice enough to melt it. Arcturus wasn't disheartened, though. He'd brave the cold for something this interesting.