"Stupefy!"
Sam's eyes were darting all over the room as the encephalons ran(?) amok. She was having decent luck with stunning these things, but there were just too many coming at them. Sam was so distracted by an encephalon near her arm that she didn't even notice the one that had latched itself to her leg until it began to tingle.
Looking down for the source, Sam was surprised to see... a hat? What was it doing on the floor? Such a nice hat should most definitely NOT be on the floor. Sam shook her head in frustration, her priorities shifting immediately. The others were fine. Her coworkers could handle the brains for a moment while she secured the hat.
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It was SUCH a NICE hat! She could just, you know, try it on real quick. What if she didn't get another chance? Sam's eyes were transfixed on the hatcephalon as she picked it up and, temptation too high... she put it on her head.
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