Theme # 29: Pensieve


Crookshanks wagged his tail for the second time in the past five minutes - he knew well that no wise cat ventured into a place they could not identify, if they only wanted a safe meal - and then sneaked into the office with slow, careful, very cat-like steps.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall, it looks like we have a visitor," Ablus Dumbledore said, looking up from the pile of paperwork perched on his desk. He closed the doors that revealed, to the viewer's eye, the instrument that was his Pensieve, and gave a serene smile.

Crookshanks eyed the Hat, in response.