Leaving Madam Malkin's, winter cloak having now been added to their shopping, Thomas again read the list. "Right. Potage's Cauldron Shop. Should be easy." He headed down the street to the known shop with its window full of shiny cauldrons of all sizes. Behind him trailed Isadora, her gaze following the gleam of light on the shiny metal. The interior was hot from the warmth of the metal. A shop worker greeted them from behind a counter piled with copper scales."Cauldrons, size two standard, and copper scales," Thomas announced, reading straight from the list. He lifted a plain, solid pewter cauldron from a massive pile and handed it to Isadora to hold. She grasped its familiar, solid weight, tracing her thumb over the cold, slightly rough surface. Evelyn, on the other hand, was already gazing at a more refined, polished brass cauldron. "This one has far superior heat distribution, Thomas. It would make her potions so much easier." "The order reads tin model dear," Thomas said, his voice brooking no contest. "It's not a suggestion, it's an order. We're not using a brass one because it's 'prettier'." He turned to the assistant. "We'll also require a set of glass phials and a set of brass scales." The assistant did things in a hurry. Evelyn sighed, giving the brass cauldron a final wistful glance before taking the standard pewter one. "I just want her to have the best tools," she grumbled. Isadora shifted the cauldron in her arms, not really understanding what was going on with her mum and dad, but having enough sense not to say so. "We will get the better one for next year, dear" Thomas said, buying the items. With the cauldron clinking softly in its bag, which Isadora now bore extremely willingly, they departed the store. The list was almost complete. Off they went to the next and last destination