Theme # 65: Ooze


Crookshanks had been on his way to the North Tower - he quite liked the place. It was excellent if you loved sleep and were, of course, a cat, an awesome, orange cat who answered to no authority except his pretty owner - when he was brought to a halt by a rather peculiar smell.

The cat paused, turned around. To his left, jutted a door that was wide-open, and one peek inside told him all was not well. A cauldron stood at the far end of the classroom, and sticky green liquid oozed out of a crack in its bottom.