Theme # 17: Cauldron


... and what was this?

Crookshanks had taken a quick peek in the lounge. His owner had returned from Diagon Alley, and her arms had been full of new things before she had emptied these on to the table in the hall. He had sneaked up to it, sniffed at the stuff, and recognized the smell of fresh parchment and shoe-polish, when he saw a new cauldron.

Now why would she need that?

He climbed on to its brim and was about to take a good look inside, when he lost his balance and fell, bottom first, into it. OUCH!