Arthur sat cross-legged by the Black Lake, his red hair ruffled by the breeze as he flipped through the pages of a thick manual. His bright blue eyes scanned the diagrams of what appeared to be a Muggle car, fascinated by the way it all worked. He could hardly contain his excitement at the thought of one day getting his hands on such a vehicle, even if it did seem impossible. As the sun cast a warm glow across the water, Arthur’s fingers traced the words, muttering to himself as he puzzled over a particularly tricky section. He didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching until a voice interrupted his concentration, pulling him out of his reverie.