How enchanted is it really?

Zaki stood by the edge watching the water move. He had been there for quite a while, not doing anything really, just watching.

It looks like a regular lake to me. He thought, using the stick he had found to poke the water. Nothing happened. Was he supposed to make a wish or something? No that was for fountains. He continued to watch. Zaki should be doing something useful with his time in London and instead, here he was. Standing there alone, staring at the water.

It had all started with the sign he had passed. It said enchanted lake. Well he wanted to know what made this particular lake better than the other lakes he'd been to, what made it enchanted. Was it the water? Did it have healing properties?

He tried to analyze the place and found nothing that would differentiate it from other lakes. It wasn't even that pretty. He sighed and sat down on a rock.