It was a fez out of time, or at least it had very little idea of where in time it had been or where in time it was now. All it knew was that it was cool, because fezes are cool now. And by ‘now’ it meant ‘now’ in a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey sort of way. Because what was now, anyway? Other than the green beanbag chair it was sitting on, of course.
The red fez didn’t know where it had come from but it did know that it had spent some amount of time with other hats and what it had come to understand was a rather eccentric house-elf. Which was perfectly fine, because in addition to being cool, fezes were known to be just a touch eccentric.
Unbeknownst to the hat, some wayward magic had slipped into it in the time it had spent tucked away in the Secret Passageways with all the other hats in the house-elf’s collection. Anyone who came within a few feet of it would be compelled to pick it up and put it on. Worse, it was now a semi-sapient Thinking Cap and would help grease the wheels in the wearer’s mind, bringing to light as many ideas as they might possibly come up with and compelling them to share them out loud. The fez was excited for its new wearer to come and give it adventures and thrills, and had no compunctions with instilling suggestions into the wearer’s mind. The fact that some of those suggestions would make very little sense in the time and space of things was not something the fez really considered.