Lawlessness was an art, and the bowler hat sure was used to living a lawless life. It had briefly been the property of a wizard who rode with Billy the Kid, then had made its way to a wizard riding with Butch Cassidy, and then ended up here at RMI with a wizard who was unfortunately, on the side of the law. The bowler hat was not sad that the lawman had left him unattended one day and it had been scooped up by a house-elf and taken to a place with many other hats, none of which knew what it was like to live the wild life, disregarding all laws but its own.
But now it floated in the middle of the pool.
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 bowler hat hoped that an outlaw like Butch or Billy would pick it up and bring it on as many adventures as possible. It would encourage that lawless streak until it blossomed.