Enid was nervous, and not just because Nigel was here watching her. She was also nervous because competing felt like it would deliver a verdict on her skills, and many of the people here were professional potioneers, which meant they did brew more often than she did. Maybe she should have competed with ladies, or hobbyists?

But she had signed up to compete professionally, and so she was going to have to focus on this and not think about Nigel. Enid applied herself to focusing on the potion.