Vera lifted her teacup delicately, taking a moment to ensure her expression remained poised before replying. "Oh, no, Mrs. Gbadamosi," she said with a polite smile, her tone light but deferential. "I fear my talents do not extend so gracefully to potioneering. I find it a most admirable skill, of course, and I have great respect for those who pursue it with dedication, but I confess my own expertise lie elsewhere - charms and astronomy predominantly."

She set her cup gently onto its saucer, glancing momentarily toward her mother before continuing. "I have always found that they most suit my personality and my wider social interests."

Her expression remained warm, her eyes bright with genuine interest. "Though I must say, I would love to hear more about the competition. Do you expect a great many entrants this year? I was in France during last years competition so didn't get to see it"