I hope you like. Nothing special...it was meant to be a drabble, but it grew. ;)

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Crippled, raggedy and torn. Left alone each year to ponder and once, just once, in every twelve months, he talks and he learns. Hundreds of children, hundreds of young minds just eagered to learn, to control, to feel magic.

The dust settles on him as he is forgotten once more and nobody bothers to lift up him up, to dust him off, after all...he is just an old hat.

But he is filled with the history of thousands of years, from the beginning of his home by the founders themselves.

The years pass slowly, the dust collects and the knowledge grows.

Whispers of their future and those young children always scamper off, eagered to find that future the hat speaks of. They talk about he told them, what potential they have, where they belong.

Once a year, he brings hope and dread to children.

Once a year, he sings and learns about the minds of the young.

Every year, without fail.

... and one day, he just stops...

the dust collects and the knowledge fades.

Never again will he speak to those children, no longer will there be a song sung throughout the school to welcome new witches and wizards.

Nobody notices because it's in the middle of Christmas holidays and nobody shall notice till they move him from his resting place when school begins once more.

He is left on a shelf where nobody looks and nobody cares to dust anymore, for he was just a ragged, torn piece of fabric that was crafted with magic and used once a year...then back into silence.

After the magic fades and he falls silent...and to everyone else... it's just another old hat.

They...honestly expected him to sing for them every year without fail?

How silly.