The propeller beanie sat in the middle of the first lab bench in the Practical Lab, waiting for its next friend. Once, it had been the constant companion of an ardent fan of science fiction. A true connoisseur of comics. It knew so much about superheroes from its adventures with its former wearer that sometimes it thought that it could have been the hat of a superhero itself. One day, a strong wind had whipped it right off the head of its wearer and it had been lodged high up in a tree until it had been rescued one dark night by a house-elf who took it to a place with many other hats. It had tried to convince those other hats to become Super, like it, but it had not succeeded.
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. And the hat knew that finally, it would convince its wearer that they were Super. They would become Super. They would fly through the air faster than a speeding bullet, rescue those who needed rescuing, and save the world from their villainous opposition, together.