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Post by Administrator on Aug 1, 2008 15:24:13 GMT -5
Cauldrons: All sizes Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver Self-Stirring Collapsible
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Post by Percy Weasley on Jul 13, 2009 18:20:55 GMT -5
Having deliberately bypassed Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Percy pushed open the door to the cauldron shop. A small bell jingled as the door swung inward. Hephaestus yawned widely, digging his claws into Percy's arm as he stretched. Wincing, Percy carefully pulled the cat's claws from his sleeve. As much as Percy liked the little cat, he was thinking he should drop him off at his flat once he finished in the cauldron shop. It was hard to carry fliers and a sleepy cat and a book at the same time.
The counter at the back of the shop was empty for the moment, so Percy dodged the few busily browsing customers and slipped into a quiet corner to wait. He was glad of the moment to adjust his tie and smooth his hair. It was blustery outside, and the wind threw his carefully coiffed curls into disarray with each step.
Percy leaned back against the cauldron behind him. At the slight pressure, the sturdy-looking black cauldron folded in on itself until it was no larger than a lady's handbag.
The sudden implosion threw Percy off-balance. He had to throw out a hand to steady himself. Thankfully, Hephaestus was dozing on his other arm and slept on obliviously while the fliers under Percy's other arm flew up into the air like startled birds. The blue and gold book thumped to the floor with a more decisive thud!
Collapsible, Percy thought bitterly, glaring at the now-tiny cauldron. He went to retrieve his fliers and was somewhat amused to find that one had landed neatly on the center of the counter. "Well, that's done at least," he said wryly as he bent to collect the others.
As an afterthought, he went back to pick up the collapsed cauldron. His old one wasn't boiling quite as well as it used to.
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