Nigel had been warmed by the invitation to come watch Enid in the potions competition. It wasn't something he would have normally gone for, though he supposed he should have, given it was Harry's profession after all and he should come support his friends.

Unfortunately, Enid had lost in the first round, and though he thought she had performed admirably, he wasn't the best judge of these things, obviously. It was no matter though, just a competition. He'd been milling about after the round, still waiting to see how anybody else he knew had done. He wanted to talk to Enid, but wasn't it would be sure until later.

"You are capable when it counts, I'm sure." He assured her as she approached, trying to reign in the smile to one of sympathy rather than anything. "I wouldn't have even signed up, so you got further than I would have." Potions had never been his thing.