Vera was thoroughly intrigued now. His manner was a refreshing change from the usual stiff propriety of these events, and the more he spoke, the more he captured her attention. "A pleasure indeed, Mr. Griffith," she replied, her tone light and smile lopsided. The mention of Homunculi, Golems, and Chimera interested her. She had heard of such creations, of course—who in her circles hadn’t? But to meet someone who actually crafted these extraordinary beings was quite another thing.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft, genuine laugh as he described Mr. Travers' peculiar request. "A flying horse attended by cherubs? Now that would be a sight to see. Though I must say, it does seem like the sort of request that would emerge from an overly indulgent parent. I can’t imagine his daughter would be too pleased at the idea of needing to be caught by cherubs, no matter how charming they might be."

Vera’s eyes sparkled as she considered his question. “As for the Blackwoods, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of commissioning such extraordinary creations from you. Although,” she added thoughtfully, “I do recall my Mother mentioning something about a particularly sophisticated creation he admired at one of the Quidditch matches last season. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of yours.”

She paused, her mind whirring with possibilities. “Tell me, Mr. Griffith, do you often take on such whimsical projects? A flying marble steed seems rather frivolous, even for our world. I should think there would be more practical applications for your talents. I thought all alchemists were focused on riches and creating gold.”