There has been a new black spot above the closet ever since the professor's visit.
I stare at it for a moment, then fish out my book from its hiding place, tracing its spine before opening it. First edition! I should have rescued it from Mrs. Cole's cabinet sooner. Sometimes I doubt the old hag even remembers how to read.
This is far too valuable, far too pure, for someone like her. I find the page I was on, and continue reading.
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly. I close my eyes, humming a little. Yes. Yes, this long dead man gets it. He would have laughed at the professor's naive view of the world.
Ever since I first formulated thoughts, I could feel I was special, different somehow, from everyone else. And now, I know. I recognize that today's visit was the moment I've been waiting for, the new world I have explored only in my dreams. Yet, if the man who visited today is any indication, I will be unique among my kind too. Good.
I have no way of knowning if the German was special as well, but truthfully, I cannot imagine him to be anything less. I close my eyes and think of what will never be. I imagine him, instead of that asinine man, standing at the door looking at me. I have never seen his face and so I make up my own. I picture him with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, unmarked from the ravages of time. A small smile hides in the corner of his mouth. He has come to invite me, not only to the kingdom of magic, but to the kingdom of knowledge, as well. It is he that will show me where the scepter lies, where the crown languishes; How to create order through chaos and rise.
He will never pass through this door. That's fine. I would eventually have to kill him anyway, I think; the universe is two small for two of us. Still, I have his words. Through them, I have awakened and shall remain awake eternally.