Melanie didn’t answer right away. She finished watering the plant, dusting her fingers over the edge of some of the leaves. “Perhaps I’ll stop,” her voice drawled, particularly on the second syllable of ‘perhaps.’ Her light twang was all that revealed her roots. Years of university and living in the Boston area could do wonders to one’s dialect. “You’re proven interesting to me, Jesus.” She could go on, but decided to leave it at that.

“Did you know I worked for an organization...a no-maj run non profit. Once we get back to America, I recommend you look it up. I’ll give you the name. You’ll see what I’m all about.” Again, Melanie was stingy on the details. “Our no-maj counterparts are ahead of the times in some ways. In others, not so much.” Testing the waters with Jesus. Testing the waters. “What do you do over your summers?” she asked curiously.

Impact the world. Shatter the foundations.

It brought a smile to her face. “I think you’ll very much succeed. I have no doubts about that.”

Jesus was perfect.