Oh! Oh. That was not quite right.
Ewart ignored a dirty look or two from some recess of the room - he was in the Zone now, the room was irrelevant - and turned back to his experiment's subject and his questions. Funnily enough, Ewart found that the man, so staid and dubious before, seemed rather more interested now, after the shrieking hat, than before. Good boy.
"Hm, it might need a moment more to attune," Ewart considered, eyeing the hat comtemplatively. "You must let it get used to your mind - relax, if you can. Let's see what it decides to sing for you then. The spell might be new-fangled," he added, as a cheerful aside, "but the lost art of sentient hats goes right back to Godric Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat." That hat had had centuries to perfect the art of mind-reading its wearer. Asking a hat to be a little musical ought to take a little less time, Ewart hoped!
Ewart ignored a dirty look or two from some recess of the room - he was in the Zone now, the room was irrelevant - and turned back to his experiment's subject and his questions. Funnily enough, Ewart found that the man, so staid and dubious before, seemed rather more interested now, after the shrieking hat, than before. Good boy.
"Hm, it might need a moment more to attune," Ewart considered, eyeing the hat comtemplatively. "You must let it get used to your mind - relax, if you can. Let's see what it decides to sing for you then. The spell might be new-fangled," he added, as a cheerful aside, "but the lost art of sentient hats goes right back to Godric Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat." That hat had had centuries to perfect the art of mind-reading its wearer. Asking a hat to be a little musical ought to take a little less time, Ewart hoped!
