The bubble-head charm should surely help with the dust problem. Don’t want your sinuses all messed up for the next week or so, do you? Smart.

Oh my. Someone is testy, aren’t they? The crunch of the piano coming apart echoed around the empty, musky room. The back end of the piano looked like a tragic victim, and the lid landed on the chair with a loud RIIIIIIIIP sound as it plunged into the seat. There was something satisfying about it, honestly, but no matter! What you seek isn’t hidden in the keys; there is a small, black flap , though, billowing in the aftermath of the explosion, dangling from within the innard of the piano. It glistened, though old, as if it were exactly what you were supposed to be looking for.

One unfolded, if you decide to pull it out, you might realize what it is. An old, tattered hat.