Kaolin’s breath

Continued from this article.

Kaolin doesn’t understand most of the magic we do here at Hogwarts. So far, we have been agreeing to whatever we put forth in the hypothesis.

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An alien should not have been my only option for a friend with thousands of earthly wizards around me. But, I know better. I can’t be complaining about the way Kaolin’s nose always keeps dripping of hot pieces of glass or even that an alien is my friend here.

There’s a way in which Kaolin has adapted. To breathe on Earth.

The way it works is with a small invisible socket collecting these pieces of glass and somehow the other end of this portal still remains a mystery to me. Unlike carbon-dioxide, these pieces remain harmless in his village. My best guess is it’s even useful over there. It is frightening on earth to see those hot pieces of cruelty drip from the kind nostrils. And, maybe kindness has a different meaning in his village.

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By the way, I confirmed that Kaolin should be referred to as a male. Happens that even their world deals with reproduction like earthlings. However, he still does not feel it righteous to tell me the name of his village or even his planet’s galaxy. Strangely, I have accepted this much of information having ignorant wizards around me who always remain silent when I show up.

I wish Harry Potter was here, every night before going to bed. I wish anyone from that year was still here.

It’s better anyways to have Kaolin by my side. We are meeting more frequently than ever. Only Dumbledore and us two know of these meetings. Until we find something, we have decided to remain as a secret. Much like science.

Yesterday, me and Kaolin felt like there’s a need of language other than magic between us. I mean, we do have ourselves working on the science. Only time will tell us how to speak.

To be continued.

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A thousand places near my city are worth the visit. Splendid blue skies, lush green fields and closer-to-the-moon mountains. I may want to visit all those spots on our planet where I’ll get to know more about it. Understand it, live with it. If that’s not the way to live – I’ll know I tried to do something about it and eventually lived anyway.

But, strangely there are a few places I’d not want to visit. Bare my mind’s awful conclusions of these places. Or, the wildly wide-spread interpretations. One would be hell, if it exists. Even heaven, what’s that really? But mainly, I don’t want to be near a black-hole even if I could get to know about it more at it’s deep end. Nope. Thanks.

I’d rather choose to live than die in trying to learn something I wouldn’t be able to process for myself. Forget me passing on the knowledge. I wouldn’t even know if I know.