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Send us a textIn this episode we discuss Harry's journey to Hogwarts in our version of the TV show. Enjoy!Topics/Summary:·      1:21 Quick Recap, and opening at Kings Cross. We could also open in the Leaky Cauldron, but it would be better for us to take that extra time exploring the wizarding world than the Muggle one. We see Harry meet the Weasleys, go through the barrier, get on the Hogwarts Express, and arrive at Hogsmeade Station.·      13:15 There's Hogwarts! The moment where the students round the bend and see Hogwarts is the biggest milestone so far. We see the symbol of magic in the wizarding world, and the place where the core parts of the story will take place. As viewers, we have seen this place more times than we can count, so it's almost as if we are showing it to Harry for the first time.·      20:53 The Sorting Ceremony. The doors to the Great Hall swing open, and we see the beginnings of the Hogwarts factions form. Draco and Harry are the most important sortings of the ceremony. The hat barely touches Draco's head, and he is sorting into Slytherin. Harry goes through a bit of a conversation with the Sorting Hat, and it is important to see Dumbledore reaction to all of this. We end with Harry standing in his dormitory with his trunk, Hedwig, and the window with the Hogwarts grounds.Having anything you want to hear or say? Click here for a voice submission or here for text. ThePotterDiscussion@gmail.comthepotterdiscussion.comNox

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

Send us a textIn this episode, we discuss Harry's journey from the hut on the rock and his introduction into the wizarding world. Enjoy!Topics/Summary:·      1:19 Recap and opening with the hut on the rock. We should see a little bit of what the Dursleys think about this revelation. Petunia always wanted to hear this for her, so how does this show within her? Vernon is adamant and denies it, and Dudley has no idea what's happening.·      12:30 Hagrid and Harry's journey into the Muggle world. Hagrid enchants the boat to row them back to the mainland, and maybe we get a glimpse at the beautiful English countryside that represents the identity that has been revealed. In the Leaky Cauldron, Harry gets his first look at what it means to be Harry Potter in the wizarding world. He shakes hands and wonders what he got himself into.·      20:00 Diagon Alley! We aren't going to skip a single scene. The archway opens and he is faced with pure magic. Everything from the bank to the bookstore should be examined in detail. The conversation with Ollivader should remain unchanged because it's super important!·      26:40 The final scene is in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry and Hagrid are discussing the day, and Harry asks Hagrid why he is so famous. Hagrid tells Harry the backstory of Voldemort and his parents, and Harry finally begins to see the full story.Having anything you want to hear or say? Click here for a voice submission or here for text. ThePotterDiscussion@gmail.comthepotterdiscussion.comNox

Book 6, Chapter 30: The White Tomb. Dan and Jess also discuss the book vs. the movie!

This week on the Garden Tarts:Side A: What one song from each U2 album would you play for a muggle (Harry Potter translation: every day person)? The only rule is it can't be a single. Side B: Finish this sentence, "If U2 knew..."And questions for Bono over whiskey and cake!www.thegardentarts.comSUPPORT: www.patreon.com/thegardentarts AND www.buymeacoffee.com/thegardentartstwitter: @the_gardentartsinstagram: @the_gardentartswatch this ep on YouTube: @thegardentarts

Send us a textIn this episode, we design the second episode of the first season of our Tea Leaves series. Enjoy!Topics/Summary:·      1:48 Recap of Season 1, Episode 1·      3:55 We open with Vernon and Petunia finding Harry. They make the decision to keep them in, and I want to see what they were thinking when making that choice. Harry is their family, so they couldn't just turn him away, right? Perhaps Petunia has to tell Vernon more of her life story.·      10:06 Harry's childhood. We should spend a little time looking at his infancy, and moving into his schooling as a young kid. Perhaps there are strange happenings with the magical things surrounding him.·      17:42 Now, Harry is ten years old. This is where the film opens in the present day. It's best to have a clear line between the past and the present so there's no confusion between his muggle life and his wizard life. Dudley's birthday and the zoo scenes are super important, so we should keep them pretty close to how they appear in the books and films.·      25:55 The letters start arriving now, and Vernon has to nail the post flap shut. He is fighting the war against the letters from Hogwarts, a battle he loses. When the fireplace scene happens, Vernon decides to go far away, and they go to the hut on the rock. Hagrid breaks down the door just like he does in the films, and tells Harry, “Harry, you're a wizard.”Having anything you want to hear or say? Click here for a voice submission or here for text. ThePotterDiscussion@gmail.comthepotterdiscussion.comNox

Hear ye hear ye! On a fair dayin late September, a village by the name of Rio Grande embarked on a grand adventure! A group of adventurers from the rhelm of Final Boss Con transported the village into a place of wonder and excitement! Men, women and children came from near and far to partake in wonders and merriment! Games, food, entertainment ... drink! All were present! But where, and what is this place? Well, join us will you for this episode of Muggle with a “Pint” as we take you on a journey through ... The Rio Renaissance Faire!(Also, special FBC announcements at the end.)Go forth and press play on this episode of Muggle with a Mic!For information on the Alzheimer's Association:alz.orgSupport our Walk Team here:https://act.alz.org/site/TR?team_id=945420&pg=team&fr_id=18816For more information on Final Boss Con:finalbosscon.comHelp support us by listening to episodes, liking posts, sharing our episodes with friends and family and subscribing on all the social media platforms including YouTube! All of these forms of support are free and easy to do but very much appreciated!Find more Muggle with a Mic content and YouTube videos here: linktr.ee/mugglewithamicMusic in this episode:"Celtic Impulse" , "Achaidh Cheide", "Take a Chance" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Help MuggleCast grow! Join us as our patron at Patreon.com/mugglecast, and receive a slew of great benefits instantly, including more than 60 hours of bonus recordings, 30 hours of chapter readings, and much, much more! Listeners can browse our official merch at MuggleCastMerch.com and pick up overstock items from years past at MuggleMillennial.Etsy.com! That new assistant named Kingsley is a high performer! This week we're starting our Chapter by Chapter re-read of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and discussing all the problems that Cornelius Fudge has just dumped on the British Prime Minister's doorstep. It's a rare Harry-less chapter this week, titled "The Other Minister." News: Congratulations to SIR Gary Oldman! (He really puts the Sir in Sirius) Chapter by Chapter continues with Half-Blood Prince Chapter 1: The Other Minister Where were the hosts when the sixth Potter book came out? It was only 3 weeks shy of MuggleCast's first episode! The MuggleCast Time-Turner segment is now the MuggleCast Pensieve! It's Book-6-themed and, this week, flashing back to MuggleCast #376, from July 16, 2018! The hosts compare favorite chapters and discuss this is one of them. The poor British PM believes the chaos was his to own, only to find out that the wizards are at fault for all of it! Do wizards have a superiority complex? It sure seems like it, around the Muggle PM. Is this chapter tied to a particular politician or administration from years past, when the book was set? Or perhaps when it was written? The hosts speculate. Is the portrait of the "frog-like" man (Umbridge's dad?) a privacy concern for the Muggles? MVP of the Week: Who was the best working man in this chapter? Lynx Line: What event from human history was magical in origin, but was covered up between the two governments? Participate in our weekly trivia segment by answering this week's Quizzitch question at MuggleCast.com/Quizzitch!  On Bonus MuggleCast, we discuss the newly released album art for the upcoming full cast production audiobooks. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to our show where this week two muggles talk about all things Harry Potter. We talk JK Rowling, the books, the movies, their spin offs and of course look ahead to the TV series. If you have any thoughts on this show or any of our weekly discussions you can get in touch with us directly via email: sam@stuffandthangspodcast.com

This week it's time to wrap our Order of the Phoenix re-read with Quizzitch Live, to test your knowledge of the fifth book! Special guest Barry of the Harry Potter podcast Retold joins us to host this Harry Potter trivia night. Listeners competed live against one another across seven rounds of Order of the Phoenix questions. Do you remember the book and movie as well as your fellow Muggles do? Play along and find out! Thanks again to Barry and to all of our listeners for joining in our live event, and a special thank you to those who support us on Patreon. Without you, we couldn't host trivia nights like this! Next week, we'll catch up on MuggleMail before proceeding onward to our Half-Blood Prince read-through in October! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Book 6, Chapter 29: The Phoenix Lament

Harry, looking at the layers and layers as he goes down, he's learning how to operate in this world that's built on secrets and hidden agendas and subversive speech, whether it's subversive because it's wizards trying to hide, escaping detection by Muggles, or whether it's members of the Order pretending in public not to know each other for their own safety. For full show notes, transcripts, ways to contact the hosts or support the show, and more, visit hpafter2020.com.

On Episode 468 we discuss...→ Order Recruitment Services→ It Ain't Flowing, It's Flying→ Psychological Warfare→ Kingsley's Involvement and Recruitment→ Trust in the Legal System→ Apparition Tests: The DMV of the Wizarding World→ The Nature of Traitors in the Wizarding WorldBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/alohomora-the-original-harry-potter-book-club--5016402/support.

If you've ever felt eye-rolled for your woowoo stuff, spirit signs, or spiritual development, this episode is your reminder: you're not weird, you've just been talking to muggles. According to Harry Potter, a Muggle is a person who lacks any sort of magical ability and was not born in a magical family. In this episode, I talk about knowing your audience and why “this stuff” isn't for every room, every friend group, or every family chat.  I share how tiny intuitive knowings get dismissed around the wrong people, why it's okay to keep sacred things private using 3 examples that have happened over the last few weeks in my daily life.  We talk about who is safe to share with and when to keep your practice quiet. "This stuff" is important and fun, just don't feel obligated to explain it to people who won't understand.  You aren't weird, you are just talking to the wrong people.  Book a session with Medium in the Middle (Virtually or in-person in Banff): https://mediuminthemiddle.as.me/schedule.php Register for the next virtual Usui Reiki Level One Course on September 13 & 14 https://www.themediuminthemiddle.com/reiki-level-one Register for the next virtual Usui Reiki Level Two Course on September 27 & 28: https://www.themediuminthemiddle.com/reiki-level-two Sign up for the Practice Mediumship Circle (no experience necessary) on September 20: https://www.themediuminthemiddle.com/meeting-in-the-middle Follow along on social media: https://www.facebook.com/mediuminthemiddle/ https://www.instagram.com/mediuminthemiddle/

Todd opens the floor on how fantasy football needs to rid itself of those who ruin drafts and don't take our game seriously. The Todd Wright Fantasy Football Podcast is presented by Hooters! Click above to listen or download, or […] The post The One With Muggles appeared first on JoeBucsFan.com.

On Episode 467 we discuss...→ Theories on Muggle-Born Support→ The Significance of Family Presence→ Harry's Journey Begins→ Instant Comfort: Harry and Ron's Connection→ Harry's Generosity and Understanding of Poverty→ Harry's Curiosity and Future Aspirations→ Arthur's Playful Plugs→ Did Someone Say "Draco Malfoy?!"Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/alohomora-the-original-harry-potter-book-club--5016402/support.

August 25, 2025Today's Reading: Isaiah 66:18-23Daily Lectionary: 1 Kings 7:51-8:21; 2 Corinthians 3:1-18“The time is coming to gather all nations and tongues, and they shall come and shall see my glory.” (Isaiah 66:18b)In the Name + of Jesus. Amen. In the Harry Potter Wizarding World, non-magical people are called “Muggles,” or for a more vulgar slur, “Mud Bloods.” The Israelites who first heard Isaiah preaching today's reading would have heard the Hebrew word “goi” (nations) and would have had very better-than-you, condescending attitudes. How dare Isaiah preach Law to them, and that God would gather these Mud Blood Gentiles to Himself?!The history of the world has taken a very different turn, and so many times the tables were turned, and Gentiles have persecuted the descendants of Israel with better-than-you, condescending views. Whether we have participated in or ignored this particular sin, we all fall into the trap of thinking too highly of ourselves, and join the ancient Israelites.Still, the Holy One of Israel brings you joy today as He proclaims that He gathers His Church not only from the Children of Israel, but from lowly goi like you!    The Lord gathered all to see His glory at the birth of Jesus. God demonstrated that Christ was for all when He announced the birth to humble Jewish shepherds in Bethlehem, senior citizens in the Temple like Simeon and Anna, and to the goi, with Wise Men traveling from other lands to see “He who has been born King of the Jews.”The Lord gathered all to see His glory at Calvary. At the moment when it seemed least likely and looked like a horrific defeat, God was displaying His perfect and holy glory. In the crucified Jesus, we see a perfect and loving God who gave His life for us all. This ultimate compassion has no equal and truly shows the glory of the Lord.The Lord gathered all to see His glory at the resurrection of Christ. First, He had angels announce it to women (turning upside down any cultural expectations). Then, He appeared to His apostles. And later, hundreds of others. In a little while, He called St. Paul to preach to the goi all over the Roman Empire, and the other apostles gradually expanded their mission through the known world.Someday, the Lord will gather all to see His glory at the Last Day. Every tribe, people, and language will see the coming of the Lord of the Nations and King of Creation. He will raise all the dead and give eternal life to you and all believers in Christ. The Holy One of Israel desires to gather all to see His glory, and in faith, live with Him forever.In the Name + of Jesus. Amen.We are called to stand together With the saints of ages past, With the patriarchs and prophets In the faith they once held fast; Promises and hopes they treasured Now we find fulfilled at last! (LSB 828:1) Rev. Richard Heinz, pastor at Trinity Lutheran Church, Lowell, IN.Audio Reflections Speaker: Pastor Jonathan Lackey is the pastor at Grace Lutheran Church, Vine Grove, KY.Study the early Church Fathers, Scripture, and Christian history alongside FLAME's conversational voice to see for yourself why their teachings from Scripture are important to study, and live out, today.

Episode 83: Oracles need to date protectors, warriors & muggles — why you need a ‘sacred masculine' and not a “spiritual man”   I am convinced that the men that oracles actually need to be with are ultra human muggles and/or warrior/protector archetypes.   In this episode, I'll unpack the WHY.   We also dive into:

Book 6, Chapter 28: Flight Of The Prince

It's a bird ... It's a plane ... It's our Superman episode!! Join Kaiti and Phil as they discuss the new James Gunn Superman movie. Hear what we liked, what we didn't like and most importantly we debate each others opinions. Test your Superman knowledge with a quiz all about our favorite Kryptonian. We also take a rabbit whole to the Wizarding World and discuss our thoughts and feelings about the castings for the upcoming HBO Harry Potter series. Let's just say, we have strong opinions! So, feed/water Krypto, dawn your capes, put your underwear on the outside of your uniform and press play on this out of this world episode of Muggle with a Mic!For information on the Alzheimer's Association:alz.orgSupport our Walk Team here:https://act.alz.org/site/TR?team_id=945420&pg=team&fr_id=18816For more information on Final Boss Con:finalbosscon.comHelp support us by listening to episodes, liking posts, sharing our episodes with friends and family and subscribing on all the social media platforms including YouTube! All of these forms of support are free and easy to do but very much appreciated!Find more Muggle with a Mic content and YouTube videos here: linktr.ee/mugglewithamicMusic from this episode: "Take a Chance", Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons

Harry bids farewell to the Dursleys for the final time of the series in a bit of an awkward moment. Hosts David and Kyle discuss the state of mind of each character during the farewell and some character growth for one Dursley family member in particular. Plus, a discussion on why the majority of wizards make terrible undercover spies in the Muggle world.

Why is there a lack of service businesses in the wizarding world? Following up on our earlier episode about magical businesses, our technical director, Emma Nicholson, joins us to continue the conversation. Perhaps there aren't many businesses that provide services, as opposed to goods, to wizards because people with magical skills should be able to easily do household tasks for themselves. Not being able to do so is seen as shameful. Consider the characters who perform manual labor or do maintenance work - house-elves, Squibs like Filch, low-level Ministry employee Reg Cattermole. What about entertainers, such as magical athletes and musicians? Is that kind of physical work different? Previous guest David Martin also wrote in wondering about what is considered a service business. Gringotts? The Knight Bus? St. Mungo's Hospital? Niche specialized skills or blended businesses that provide a product as well as a service, like newspapers or wedding marquee rentals, seem to be different than straightforward services. What does this say about the significance of tangible objects wizards can own? Why don't wizards open businesses to provide services to Muggles, secretly using magic to easily make or fix things? Why is any wizard poor when there's a whole untapped market of Muggles who would have more need of their skills? The International Statute of Secrecy and resulting segregation between wizards and Muggles may stop anyone from crossing that line. Magic leaves a trace, and magical repairs may not always work exactly as intended or may be suspiciously effective. The risks may just not be worth it to most people.

Book 6, Chapter 27: The Lightning-Struck Tower

Send us a textIn this special episode of Friends With Pineapples, we sit down with our sweet Muggle friend Payton for a real, honest, and sometimes hilarious chat about what it's like being friends with swingers. Nikki flips the script and asks Payton some of the most common questions and misconceptions about the swinger lifestyle from “Do you guys just have orgies all the time?” to “Isn't that cheating?” and everything in between. This episode is all about bridging the gap between the lifestyle and the outside world, showing how curiosity, kindness, and a little humor can create understanding. Whether you're vanilla, pineapple-flavored, or somewhere in between, this conversation might surprise you!Connect With Us:Friends with pineapples (@friendswithpineapples) • Instagram photos and videosFriends with Pineapples (@friendswithpa) / X (twitter.com)Friendswithpineapples@gmail.comFriends With Pineapples – Welcome to our Podcast!sdc.comUSE OUR SDC PROMO CODE: 37673

Welcome to Caching in the NorthWest! This is THE podcast from the birthplace of geocaching, right here in the great Pacific NorthWest.  It's Thursday at 7PM Pacific and we are going to talk about geocaches and geocachers from here and around the globe. So while you're popping the legal limit of melatonin just so you can get to sleep, we'll be Caching in the NorthWest.   We want you to call in your Geocache Log of the Week! Send an email to feedback@CachingNW.com, call into 253-693-TFTC. Call us with your feedback at (253) 693-TFTC Or visit the website at https://CachingNW.com

What if the Boy Who Lived never settled down, never married Ginny, and never stepped onto Platform 9¾ for that bittersweet epilogue?In Wind Shear , Harry Potter—older, harder, and very much off-script—slams straight into 1970 London, orders a Firewhisky in a Muggle pub, and accidentally collides with Bellatrix Black and the rising Knights of Walpurgis. One “sharp and sudden change” later, the future of the wizarding world is up for grabs.

Members of the ISBleep not welcome on this episode of Censor Wars! Join Kaiti, Robbie and Kris on this first full episode of Censor Wars! In part 8 of our epic game series, see if you can fill in the bleeps from Andor Season 2 clips. Along the way we continue conversation about the latest Disney+ series. Check out past Censor Wars on all our previous Star Wars episodes. Test your knowledge and see if the Force is with you on this episode of Muggle with a Mic!For more information on the Alzheimer's Association:alz.orgSupport our Walk Team here:https://act.alz.org/site/TR?team_id=9...For more information on Final Boss Con:finalbosscon.comHelp support us by listening to episodes, liking posts, sharing our episodes with friends and family and subscribing on all the social media platforms including YouTube! All of these forms of support are free and easy to do but very much appreciated!Find more Muggle with a Mic content and YouTube videos here: linktr.ee/mugglewithamicMusic from this episode: "Take a Chance", Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons

What if the Boy Who Lived never settled down, never married Ginny, and never stepped onto Platform 9¾ for that bittersweet epilogue?In Wind Shear – Part 1, Harry Potter—older, harder, and very much off-script—slams straight into 1970 London, orders a Firewhisky in a Muggle pub, and accidentally collides with Bellatrix Black and the rising Knights of Walpurgis. One “sharp and sudden change” later, the future of the wizarding world is up for grabs.

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

This week, Casper and Vanessa explore the theme of Ritual in Chapter 13 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! They discuss Umbridge's list, the trio's new identities, and the rituals of court! Throughout the episode we consider the question: what is the difference between habit and ritual?Thank you to Ingrid for this week's voicemail! Next week we're reading Chapter 14, The Thief, through the theme of Authenticity.Harry Potter and the Sacred Text is a Not Sorry ProductionFind us at our website | Follow us on Instagram--It's two sickles to join S.P.E.W., and only five dollars to join our Patreon for extra content every week! Please consider helping us fill our Gringotts vault so we can continue to make this show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In a galaxy far far away ... there was a super spy named Cassian Andor and we love him! Join Kaiti, Phil, Robbie and Kris on this episode where the four talk all things secretive from the lastest season of Andor on Disney+. Hear opinions and details about the well written show by acclaimed screenwriter Tony Gilroy, known for Michael Clayton, The Bourne Series, Rogue One and many more. Rebellions are built on hope! And we hope you enjoy this episode of Muggle with a Mic!For more information on the Alzheimer's Association:alz.orgSupport our Walk Team here:https://act.alz.org/site/TR?team_id=945420&pg=team&fr_id=18816For more information on Final Boss Con:finalbosscon.comHelp support us by listening to episodes, liking posts, sharing our episodes with friends and family and subscribing on all the social media platforms including YouTube! All of these forms of support are free and easy to do but very much appreciated!Find more Muggle with a Mic content and YouTube videos here: linktr.ee/mugglewithamicMusic from this episode: "Take a Chance", Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Welcome to Spitting Nonsense—where two self-proclaimed amateurs, Jasmine and Zach, chat about all things nerdy (and plenty that's not). None of this is fact, but it's definitely our brand of nonsense! We're still recording regularly—no promises on hitting exact days anymore—but you can always count on us for plenty of off-the-wall commentary. And now, you can leave comments on Spotify! Tell us what's on your mind; we see every comment and might even respond on the show. Thanks for listening, and enjoy the nonsense!

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

It's been awhile since our last episode but boy have we returned with a bang! Join us for Final Boss Con IV! Listen to multiple interviews with convention attendees and event staff. Take a listen to our cosplay interview where you can get tips on how to start your cosplay journey!We also enjoyed an entertaining interview with the original screenwriter for Night of the Living Dead, Mr. John Russo. Hear inside details and background to filming the iconic movie and many stories throughout his career. We also had time this year to interview several of the vendors. You'll hear these throughout the episode. So, grab a butterbeer, suit up with your cosplay costume and hit play on this adventurous episode of Muggle with a Mic!For more information on the Alzheimer's Association:alz.orgSupport our Walk Team here:https://act.alz.org/site/TR?team_id=945420&pg=team&fr_id=18816For more information on Final Boss Con:finalbosscon.comHelp support us by listening to episodes, liking posts, sharing our episodes with friends and family and subscribing on all the social media platforms including YouTube! All of these forms of support are free and easy to do but very much appreciated!Find more Muggle with a Mic content and YouTube videos here: linktr.ee/mugglewithamicMusic from this episode: "Take a Chance", Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons

Book 6, Chapter 26: The Cave

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic invokes an old Marriage Act to improve relations between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods.Originally posted as a written work on AO3: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://archiveofourown.org/works/34600720

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Book 6, Chapter 25: The Seer Overheard

“Be careful revealing too much in pride, Muggles.”In this special segment, we consume and discuss Christian Movies. Today, we're discussing the 2020 animation sensation - Finding Jesus.Send us your movie suggestions! - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@thebibleisfunny⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get your tickets to see The Bible is Funny and Ninjas are Butterflies LIVE at https://floridatourida.comPre-order The Bible is Funny Card Game Volume 2 here - https://www.christianbook.com/volume-ii-hilarious-pairings-verses-context/9780593602218/pd/602216?Get your pre-order bonus here - https://form.jotform.com/waterbrook/thebibleisfunny2-preorderWatch Finding Jesus here - https://tubitv.com/movies/568666/finding-jesus#podcast #moviereview #comedy

Ο Δημήτρης μιλάει με την Στεφανία, μισή Κοσταρικανή, μισή Ελληνίδα. Σημειώσεις εκπομπής Speak Greek to Me (https://speakgreektome.com/) Speak Greek to Me Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/speakgreektome_com/) Απομαγνητοφώνηση Δημήτρης: [0:16] Γεια σας και καλώς ήρθατε στο Easy Greek Podcast, το podcast όπου μιλάμε... όχι! Τι λέμε; Στεφανία: [0:26] Αυθεντικούς καθημερινούς διαλόγους. Δημήτρης: [0:28] Ναι, μπράβο! Ήμουνα σε φάση, μιλάμε καθημερινούς αυθεντικούς διαλόγους ή σας μαθαίνουμε ελληνικά με απλούς καθημερινούς διαλόγους και είναι το δεύτερο φυσικά. Καλώς ήρθες, Στεφανία! Στεφανία: [0:38] Σ' ευχαριστώ, Δημήτρη. Καλώς σας βρήκα! Δημήτρης: [0:40] Σήμερα έχουμε μια πολύ σπέσιαλ και ιδιαίτερη καλεσμένη. Είναι η Στεφανία και η Στεφανία είναι η τρίτη καλεσμένη μας που είναι θα λέγαμε ημίαιμη! Στεφανία: [0:54] Ημίαιμη! Δημήτρης: [0:55] Ναι. Καιρό είχαμε να έχουμε έναν ημίαιμο, ακούγεται έτσι... Στεφανία: [1:00] Σα σκυλάκι! Δημήτρης: [1:01] Η έμπνευση ήρθε από τον Χάρι Πότερ, να σου πω την αλήθεια. Στεφανία: [1:05] Για πες! Δημήτρης: [1:06] Έχεις διαβάσει Χάρι Πότερ; Στεφανία: [1:07] Έχω δει τις ταινίες... όλες! Δημήτρης: [1:09] Οι ημίαιμοι ήτανε οι μισοί Μαγκλ-μισοί μάγοι. Στεφανία: [1:12] Σωστά, σωστά, ναι. Οι Muggles. Για την υπόλοιπη απομαγνητοφώνηση, γίνετε μέλη μας! (https://bit.ly/EaGrPodcast)

Joe, Lauren, and Alex jump back into the Canon Confundus series and What if the Dursleys had treated Harry like a Son! They tell you whats out, and whats coming out, in Potterwatch. And we hear from all of you in our Community E-mails!   00:00 Open 13:50 Giveaway 15:38 Canon Confundus - What If the Dursleys had treated Harry like a Son? 1:15:45 Potterwatch 1:22:55 Community Emails   Joe - @CustomVinylLush Lauren - @Maev_Cleric Alex - @AtariAlex Show - @TalesFromGH TikTok- @TFGHshow   Email - TalesFromGodricsHollow@gmail.com Facebook - www.facebook.com/talesfromgodricshollow  Instagram - www.instagram.com/talesfromgodricshollow Podchaser - www.podchaser.com/TFGH   Special Shout Out to our Producer/Sponsor AND Headmistress of Ilvermorny, Kori A!   Thank you to ALL of the Patreon supporters!!! We can't do all of this without you all!   Support us on PATREON! www.Patreon.com/TalesFromGodricsHollow   Spellio Revelio and E-Mail sounds/beds came from https://musicradiocreative.com/

Joe and Alex discuss Major Moment of Book 6, The first failed attempt in the Chapter entitled Silver and Opals!   Joe - @CustomVinylLush Lauren - @Maev_Cleric Alex - @AtariAlex Show - @TalesFromGH TikTok- @TFGHshow   Email - TalesFromGodricsHollow@gmail.com Facebook - www.facebook.com/talesfromgodricshollow  Instagram - www.instagram.com/talesfromgodricshollow Podchaser - www.podchaser.com/TFGH   Special Shout Out to our Producers/Sponsors AND Headmistresses "The Mysteriously Haunted Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy" and Kori A!   Thank you to ALL of the Patreon supporters!!! We can't do all of this without you all!   Support us on PATREON! www.Patreon.com/TalesFromGodricsHollow   Spellio Revelio and E-Mail sounds/beds came from https://musicradiocreative.com/

Joe, Lauren, and Alex discuss the casting news of the 6 Hogwarts staff that was announced, and then they try their hand at Renaming the Series from Hagrids Perspective! 00:00 Open 8:30 News You Can Use/Giveaway 24:00 Renaming the books from Hagrid's Perspective 1:02:20 MugglePoll 1:06:00 Bossengamot 1:08:40 Potterwatch 1:26:05 Community Emails   Joe - @CustomVinylLush Lauren - @Maev_Cleric Alex - @AtariAlex Show - @TalesFromGH TikTok- @TFGHshow   Email - TalesFromGodricsHollow@gmail.com Facebook - www.facebook.com/talesfromgodricshollow  Instagram - www.instagram.com/talesfromgodricshollow Podchaser - www.podchaser.com/TFGH   Special Shout Out to our Producers/Sponsors AND Headmistresses "The Mysteriously Haunted Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy" and Kori A!   Thank you to ALL of the Patreon supporters!!! We can't do all of this without you all!   Support us on PATREON! www.Patreon.com/TalesFromGodricsHollow   Spellio Revelio and E-Mail sounds/beds came from https://musicradiocreative.com/

Joe and Lauren break down the next Major Moment of Book 6, The House of Gaunt! 00:00 Open 10:09 MugglePoll/Giveaway 14:30 Major Moments - The House of Gaunt 1:01:45 Community Emails   Joe - @CustomVinylLush Lauren - @Maev_Cleric Alex - @AtariAlex Show - @TalesFromGH TikTok- @TFGHshow   Email - TalesFromGodricsHollow@gmail.com Facebook - www.facebook.com/talesfromgodricshollow  Instagram - www.instagram.com/talesfromgodricshollow Podchaser - www.podchaser.com/TFGH   Special Shout Out to our Producers/Sponsors AND Headmistresses "The Mysteriously Haunted Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy" and Kori A!   Thank you to ALL of the Patreon supporters!!! We can't do all of this without you all!   Support us on PATREON! www.Patreon.com/TalesFromGodricsHollow   Spellio Revelio and E-Mail sounds/beds came from https://musicradiocreative.com/