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Harry Potter and The Brexit of Fire

“Where are your parents?”

“They’re dead,” said Harry shortly. He didn’t feel much like going into the matter with this boy.

“Oh, sorry,” said the other, not sounding sorry at all. “But they were our kind, weren’t they?”

“They were a witch and a wizard, if that’s what you mean.”

“I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They are not just the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways.”

The text above is an extract from Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone, the first book of the best-selling book series in history. The scene relates the first immersion of Harry into the world of the magic, exemplifying the bigotry of the “magical” people towards the muggles, the non-magical people shown in the novel. The term used by the author J. K. Rowling along with other terms like:  Squib, which refers to a person with one or more magical parents yet without any magical power/ability, and from the term muggle-born, which refers to a person with magical abilities but with non-magical parents, are used along the novel series as derogative and offensive terms.

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Asymptotic Love

Our sights entangled, like two dancers who find themselves in the center of the ballroom, dancing to a tune which is familiar to both, enacting a coming and going of subtle gestures like a mime would translate the unspoken words. For an instant, even when we look each other from across the room, the space between us feels minuscule, as if our noses were about to touch. Our eyes reflect themselves, like the moon sinking in its own reflection on the quiet sea. But even when I believe that we are so close that the beating of your heart echoes inside mine, truth is, there is an entire world in between.

Unfortunately, for two persons to find themselves across the world, two wills are needed. Not only one.

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Death is not the End

“Death is not the end,” my grandmother said to me, while watering the flowers of her garden.
“And what follows?” I asked naively when I was nine.

And my grandmother proceeded to tell me an old story. A legend of her people.

According to Guarani beliefs, after dying, the soul detaches from the body and hides inside a flower, waiting for a magical being to appear. The Mainimbú—the Guarani name for hummingbirds—, uses its long beak for taking the soul out of the flower and gently carries it to paradise.

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