Potions? He perked up a bit. He hadn't even considered that there would be another position open, much less one suited to him. He presumed he would leave this meeting having resigned, a lonely old retiree without much purpose beyond socializing once more.

Potions. Hm.

He had learned at the cauldron of the great Horace Slughorn himself, and he had received top marks in potions- as most Aurors did. He even had taken many supplementary courses on poisons, antidotes, and dark potions. Still. Potions? He was adept, quite good, but at heart he was a showman; his skill was his wandwork. He sipped his tea in quiet contemplation for some time.

Well, why not? There was no need for agility or speed in potions classes, well-- not most of the time anyway, unless a student was blowing something up. And then, it was more wand work than physical manuevering. And it would present a challenge-- something the old man seriously needed.

"I do not have a potions master certification." Kazimeriz said, furrowing his brows as he considered. Perhaps commensurate experience was worth something to Bontecou.