Jory came back with a washcloth and the soft bristled brush. "Time to give you a washing, Crabby,'' he said cheerfully. He liked this part of the task as he had found out from class.

He took out his wand. "Aguamenti!'' The bucket began to fill and he stopped the flow when he thought there was just enough to cover his crab. "Time to go into the bucket,'' he said and he reached into he cage to retrieve Crabby. "Please don't burn me, okay?''

The Puff settled it carefully and gently into the water so it could soak. And as Crabby soaked, he began to rub the shell. Nothing seemed to be wrong at first, until a few moments later he came across a crack. "Crabby, your shell is cracked!'' Poor Crabby. "But I'll patch you up in a while, never fear.''

He now took the brush and lightly began to scrub the shell. Scrub, scrub, scrub all around in the circular manner. He spent extra time on the jewels and the rim of the shell since they were covered with buildup, though he stayed clear of the any scaly parts.