The carriage was an antiquated looking thing, however sleek and expensive, it was the only thing that Seth had inherited from his parents before they let him loose into the world. Seth had grown quite attached to it, in fact, ask for rides instead of apparating. Zeiger, the driver held the door open as Seth approached. The driver was an aloof looking man, dressed in a traditional black wizard cloak, and he looked young, but professional.
Seth slid into the carriage, over the velvet seat, moving over so that Snape would have plenty of space. Not that the interior of the carriage was small, by contrary, it was quite spacious and lavishly decorated with silk, velvet and smooth leather. It smelled faintly of cigar.