The truly bodacious rainbow visor had belonged to a gnarly dude who could be a real spaz sometimes, which was why it had ended up abandoned in the Secret Passageways. They had been having a real rad dance party with a bunch of other righteous dudes, listening to such hellacious artists as Michael Jackson on a charmed boom box when they’d been busted by the caretaker. They’d scrammed, and the visor had been left behind in the mess, wondering who the narc was. It had been missed by the caretaker, and been rescued by a house-elf where it had spent its days until today, when it found itself perched on a fold-out desk on a seat in the Lecture Hall.
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. This particular hat was going to put some killer ideas into its new owner’s head, that was for sure.