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Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

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Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

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 what Halloween should include in the TV show. Enjoy!Topics/Summary:·      1:22 We have more time to explore the stories. Voldemort kills the Potters, a troll breaks into Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets is revealed, Sirius Black breaks into the Castle, and Harry's name is picked from the Goblet of Fire all on different Halloween nights. Getting more from all of those moments would be invaluable.·       12:00 What are magical traditions of Halloween? For all we know, Halloween was a magical celebration to begin with. Why did it start, and who started it? These are the questions we can have answers to if every moment doesn't have to move the plot forward.·      18:22 The ambience of greater Hogwarts. The Great Hall is all decked out with decorations, but the rest of the castle should also have those touches. Darker halls, moving suits of armor, things like that. Those things would remind us that the castle is a safe place, but not completely.·      24:05 Professors have themed lessons. Getting some real-world application into their teachings is always a valuable thing, especially if it relates to something happening right now. I think the professors should jump at the chance to teach some magic that isn't as well known, but still relates to their studies.Having anything you want to hear or say? Click here for a voice submission or here for text. ThePotterDiscussion@gmail.comthepotterdiscussion.comNox

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.

Es gibt neuen Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopUm uns an Halloween so richtig zu gruseln gibt es eine Sonderfolge zu Inferi, Trollen und Vampiren. Wie besiegt man eigentlich Inferi, wieso gibt es Sicherheitstrolle und sind Vampire wirklich unsterblich? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

"Ich schwöre feierlich, dass ich ein Tunichtgut bin!" - so leiten wir die Folge zu den Rumtreibern und ihrer Karte über Hogwarts ein. Wir besprechen die Dynamiken untereinander, die Entstehung der Karte, die Dynamik mit Snape, die Probleme der Karte und noch ein paar Dynamiken! "Unheil angerichtet!" Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Manchmal braucht es bloß eine Geschichte, damit das Mondlicht dein Herz berührt, das Herz eines Wolfes seinen Mut beweist, der Wolf unschuldiger ist als ein unbeschwerter Kuss und ein Kuss niemals ein einziger bleibt.

Hörbücher zum Einschlafen und Entspannen aus der Harry Potter Welt. Romantisch, spannend, gruselig - für jeden etwas dabei! Valeria Grindelwald. Ein Mädchen mit einem Geheimnis, das besser geheim bleiben würde. Eine junge Hexe, die sich nichts sehnlicher wünscht, als endlich mit ihrem besten Freund nach Hogwarts zu gehen. Doch was, wenn alles anders kommt?

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

Endlich gehts weiter bei Spion der Nächte! Diesmal treffen wir auf Grindelwald! Noch verrückter als diese Tatsache ist nur noch, die Anzahl seiner Sofas und Sessel! Nächste Woche kommt wieder eine normale Schokofroschkarte - hoffen wir. Danke für euer Verständnis

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

Full Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLba8WLPdVZSoT3DdEPFZKjIohjoeUSjkwStep into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

In dieser langen Folge widmen wir uns dem 6. Film "und der Halbblutprinz". Bei unserem Film Ranking hat er bisher nicht so gut abgeschnitten aber diesmal haben wir ihn mit ganz anderen Augen gesehen (und sogar ein paar Tränchen verdrückt!). Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Da sind wir wieder, bei "ein Buch - eine Folge" mit Albus Dumbledore! Dieses Mal besprechen wir ihn aus dem 3. Buch "und der Gefangene von Askaban". Es wird wieder jede Handlung von ihm auseinander genommen, überlegt ob er jetzt zu viel oder zu wenig unternimmt und ob er überhaupt jemals an Sirius Unschuld gezweifelt hat! Was meint ihr? Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.✨ What to Expect:A chapter-by-chapter reading in audiobook styleThe full unabridged fanfiction text brought to lifeA relaxing, immersive listen for Harry Potter fans of all ages⚡ Credit:All writing belongs to MsKingBean89, the brilliant author of All The Young Dudes. This channel is simply providing an audio reading for fans to enjoy. You can read the original story on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.

Weil wir der professionelle Podcast sind, muss unsere ursprünglich geplante Folge noch warten und wir spielen in dieser Folge erstmal eine neue Runde Stadt/Land/Harry mit und für euch. Danke für eure Kategorien und viel Spaß beim Mitspielen! Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.

Step into the Wizarding World like never before with this immersive audiobook-style reading of the Harry Potter fanfiction masterpiece, All The Young Dudes.Written by MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes has become one of the most beloved and widely read fanfics in the Harry Potter fandom, telling the story of the Marauders—Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew—through the 1970s and beyond.This is Part 1 of a full read-through series, perfect for anyone who wants to enjoy the Marauders' tale in a calm, atmospheric audio format. Whether you're a longtime fan or discovering this story for the first time, settle in and experience this iconic work.

With a career spanning over 25 years, Gary Oldman is one of the most respected and recognized actors of his generation. He has earned critical acclaim for his iconic roles, including Sirius Black in the HARRY POTTER series, Commissioner Jim Gordon in Christopher Nolan's BATMAN trilogy, and Winston Churchill in DARKEST HOUR, for which he won an Academy Award for Best Actor. He has received numerous awards and nominations throughout his career, including three Academy Award nominations and two Emmy nominations for his recent work in SLOW HORSES. In this interview, Oldman talks about becoming typecast as a villain in films, anonymity and public life, his role in the TV series SLOW HORSES, and much more. Want more? Steal my first book, INK BY THE BARREL - SECRETS FROM PROLIFIC WRITERS, right now for free. Simply head over to www.brockswinson.com to get your free digital download and audiobook. If you find value in the book, please share it with a friend as we're giving away 100,000 copies this year. It's based on over 400 interviews here at Creative Principles. Enjoy! If you enjoy the podcast, would you please consider leaving a short review on Apple Podcasts? It only takes about 60 seconds, and it really helps convince some of the hard-to-get guests to sit down and have a chat (simply scroll to the bottom of your iTunes Podcast app and click “Write Review"). Enjoy the show!

Endlich reden wir mal wieder über Muggel! In dieser Folge gibt es 5 Momente von Dudley Dursley. Es wird spannend, denn wie viele traurige oder schlimme Momente gibt es? Auch ein lustiger Moment ist nicht für alle Beteiligten lustig. Dafür sind wir uns einig beim überraschenden und verwöhnten Moment. Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Wir sind zurück aus der Sommerpause mit einer neuen Folge "Spion der Nächte" - es ist mal wieder eine Mischung aus lustig, absurd und spannend. Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 MünchenWir s

Prof Chris here. I'm gonna shoot everyone straight, I got carried away with this one, I couldn't see it while it was happening, and I had the blinders on, sooo what you get now is 3 hours and 45 plus minutes of comprehensive and probably mostly entertaining discussion on the history of the Wizarding World introduced in the Harry Potter books/movie. I've got my nerd on full display here but Prof Adam enabled it so he's just as culpable as me. But serious this one was a shit ton of fun for me. If you've listened previously to any of my Fictional History lessons you know I'm nothing if I'm not thorough, or I try to be, so to all my nerds out there and to those just dipping their toes in for a few hours, I hope you enjoy.Support the show

Zeigt Voldi den Todessern dauernd Fotos von seiner geliebten Haustierschlange? Und ein Hoch auf Freund*innen, die einen aus Negativspiralen rausholen. (*hust* Hermine *hust*)Kleine Warnung, wir erwähnen Angststörungen, Depressionen und Zwangsstörungen - wir tauchen nicht zu tief ein, aber wollten wenigstens kurz bescheid gesagt haben.So. Förmliches aus dem Weg: Ist Harry eine Waffe? Wenn ja, was für eine? Eine Zwille? Eine Glitzergranate? Ein Tortenkatapult?Wahrscheinlich eher ein Grübelknödel. denn der Arme kommt nicht aus seinem Kopf raus. Sophia kennt das gut. Wie ist das bei euch? Steckt ihr auch manchmal in euren Gedanken fest?Stolzer Schlangenbesitzer Voldi hat bestimmt einen Foto-Ordner auf seinem magischen Smartphone und nervt die Todesser damit. "Schau mal, da waren Nagini und ich im Schwimmbad! Und hier auf dem Spielplatz! Hier hab ich ihr einen lustigen Hut aufgesetzt und hier hat sie so süß geschlafen!"Harry wird geplagt von schrecklichen Grübelgedanken, Sirius Black ist glücklicher als je zuvor! Das macht total Sinn! Ist ihm ja egal, wie es seinem Patenkind geht. PARTYYY!Viel Spaß beim Zuhören! :) Ihr wollt uns live sehen? Am 18.10.25 in Bochum habt ihr die Chance.Tickets gibt's hier: https://t.rausgegangen.de/tickets/happy-potter-bochum Und jetzt viel Spaß beim Zuhören! Wir haben auch eine Patreon-Seite! Schaut doch mal vorbei, es gibt Bonus-Episoden, Sticker undandere aufregende Dinge! Besucht uns auf den sozialenNetzwerken, unsererWebseite und erzählt euren Freunden von uns! Vielleicht habendie ja auch Lustauf einen Harry-Potter-Podcast! Webseite: www.Happy-Potter.net Patreon: www.patreon.com/happypotter Discord: https://discord.gg/2EajMaGXpc Facebook: www.facebook.com/happypotterpodcast Instagram: @happypotterpod Twitter: @happypotterpod Und wir haben jetzt auch Playlists mit unseren Lieblingssongs: Martins Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2IBxDsPVm1UdNBiW2QkgEJ?si=rU6HLkoFQfGGjvab8g8yEQ&pi=e-bKuIHap7RWCu Sophias Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0kuOP0TujMhrqOWzLwUH1O?si=9LIZkc2nQTOajHPaqpP_RA&pi=e-tc6w0NgQRo-W Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Listen to an interview with the experimental Indiana hip-hop group 81355. Also hear music from their new album Bad Dogs. 81355 was formed in 2021 as a trio, featuring Oreo Jones, Sirius Black and David Moose Adamson. Each member brought a rich and varied history to the project, leading some to label the band an Indianapolis super-group. Their debut album This Time I'll Be of Use was issued that same year on 37d03d, a label founded by Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, and Aaron and Bryce Dessner of The National. The album received national attention, earning praise from Pitchfork, Consequence and Flood. Bad Dogs is the group's second album and it finds the trio expanding into a full band, with Sharlene Birdsong on bass, Dimitri Morris on guitar, and Pat Okerson on drums.

Auch die Portraits bekommen natürlich ihre Folge. Jetzt besprechen wir die Fette Dame und Sir Cadogan. Nicht nur bekommen die beiden auch Vornamen von uns, wir analysieren außerdem was das Zeug hält. Nach dieser Folge verabschieden wir uns in die Sommerfolge - aber die besten alten Folgen findet ihr in dieser Zeit beim Campfire! Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Prepare for a journey into the darker corners of the Wizarding World! Hosts Ev, Irvin, and Sophia are joined by special guests Dr. Louise Freeman and Nick Jeffrey to tackle one of the most talked-about topics in the Wizarding World: suspicious death in the Harry Potter series. Join us for a deep dive into the impact of the series' most discussed deaths, including the mysterious veil that claimed Sirius Black and the ongoing debate surrounding Albus Dumbledore's pivotal death before Deathly Hallows. Join the discussion:  https://threebroomstickspod.com/episode-64-deaths-dead-as-a-dumbledoornail/  In this episode:   Killed by a metaphor - a horrible way to go! Why are Snape's spells so very blast-y? Who's chugging draughts of living death! Snape's knitting gives it all away Jo is trying to get us through the stages of grief Dying takes a lot out of you! Jo put a fan debate into Deathly Hallows Resources: Dumbledore is not dead by Dave Haber “Potterversity” Episode 55: “The Murky Marshes of Memory – Part 1” by Louise Freeman “Potterversity” Episode 56: “The Murky Marshes of Memory – Part 2” by Louise Freeman For more from our guests: Louise Freeman: @lmf3b on Twitter The Farting Sofa Faculty Lounge The Harry Potter Academic Conference Queen City Magic Nick Jeffrey: @gbjeffen on Twitter Nick Jeffrey on Hogwarts Professor Nick Jeffrey on Substack Contact: Website: https://threebroomstickspod.com/ Email: 3broomstickspod@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/3broomsticks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/threebroomstickspod/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/threebroomstickspodcast/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/threebroompod YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/@ThreeBroomsticksPodcast

Wir sind bei Campfire! Holt euch die App und diskutiert mit uns direkt dort! Wir freuen uns auf euch

A Chapter of Sleuthing, Shenanigans, and Sweet Treats Join hosts Aureo, Sam, Sierra, and special guest Hayley as they delve into Chapter 29: The Dream from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. This episode unpacks a pivotal chapter where the trio is at the height of their detective skills, uncovering mysteries and piecing together clues. Join the discussion:  https://threebroomstickspod.com/episode-62-gof-chapter-29-harrys-honda-civic/  In this episode:   Mystery or Superhero/Crime When in doubt, blame Snape Family dynamics and relationships People really need to read Hogwarts: A History We need more explanation around Apparition rules Dumbledore is just bad at running a school Would Azkaban be easier than parenting Harry? Crouch Jr's plan is WILD Rita Skeeter's ADHD requires her to move at all times The Dream's perspective is a mystery to us Sierra fights babies Contact: Website: https://threebroomstickspod.com/ Email: 3broomstickspod@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/3broomsticks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/threebroomstickspod/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/threebroomstickspodcast/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/threebroompod YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/@ThreeBroomsticksPodcast

Wir sprechen in dieser Folge über einige Magische Artefakte nämlich: das Denkarium, den Zwei-Wege Spiegel von Sirius, Heuler, die Stundengläser in Hogwarts und Gryffindors Schwert. Wie immer stellen wir uns viele Fragen und diskutieren zum Beispiel darüber was mit dem Körper passiert, wenn man ins Denkarium eintaucht. Was meint ihr? Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Podfic Text-to-Speech (TTS) reading of when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed (you put me on and said I was your favorite) barkatthemoonCover Art letraspal SummaryRemus Lupin has been happily dating Caradoc Dearborn for almost a year and a half.Sirius Black has been dating Caradoc for a year.Neither of them know about the other.Neither of them are very happy when they discover that the other exists.Creators barkatthemoon | Tumblr | AO3BurningAurora | Tumblr | AO3 | linktr.ee Kaleana | Tumblr | AO3  flowerhawk_highinthesky | Tumblr | AO3    

Bei "ein Film - eine Folge" geht es diesmal um den 5. Teil: Orden des Phönix! Es gibt viel Positives zu dem Film zu sagen: die Elemente-Magie, der Prophezeiungen Raum und natürlich Evanna Lynch als Luna. Aber es gibt eben auch genauso viele schwierige Szenen.. aber hört selbst ... Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Endlich können wir uns Luna Lovegood nochmal genauer angucken. In 5 verschiedenen Kategorien besprechen wir Lunas Verhalten, ihren Mut, ihre Loyalität, natürlich ihre verrückte Ader, ihr Talent Menschen zu lesen, aber auch lustige und traurige Momente. Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Cuthbert Binns ist der einzige Geist der in Hogwarts unterrichtet, dafür aber genauso staubtrocken wie seine kratzige Stimme. Wieso die anderen Geister nicht so viel mit ihm zu tun haben und wieso gerade Geschichte der Zauberei so viel spannender sein könnte, das erfahrt ihr in dieser Folge. Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Podfic Text-to-Speech (TTS) reading of by Save Me by WeasleyKitten01Cover Art Oladka_art Summary 'Sirius, right?' Well, that just was not fair. All of that beauty, and a deep, rich voice, like liquid honey, slightly melodic with the local Welsh accent running through it. It played over Sirius' skin, making goosebumps rise over his flesh, and he bit into his own tongue to repress a shudder.'Yes,' he finally croaked, then cleared his throat, ignoring the flush that was spreading up his cheeks. He made himself straighten and held out his right hand. 'Sirius Black. I'm from the agency?''Excellent,' the man beamed, reaching out with one large hand, which entirely engulfed Sirius'.---Sirius Black, outcast and disowned by his family after presenting as an Omega, finds himself working for an Omega for Hire Agency. He enjoys his freedom, but although he might deny it, he still wants to be needed, to be loved. He wants someone to call his. Enter Remus Lupin.Creators WeasleyKitten01 | Tumblr | AO3Oladka_art | TumblrBurningAurora | Tumblr | AO3 | linktr.ee Kaleana | Tumblr | AO3  flowerhawk_highinthesky | Tumblr | AO3    

In dieser Folge sprechen wir über die Nokturngasse und die Läden, die sich in dieser Straße für schwarze Artefakte befinden. Wir reden über die Szenen in den Büchern, wo die Nokturngasse erwähnt wird und es wird tatsächlich lustiger, als man meinen könnte. Seid gespannt auf die Outtakes ;) Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Ihr habt uns wieder unzählige tolle Fragen gestellt und wir beantworten sie, ihr erfahrt zum Beispiel, was wir inzwischen im Spiegel Nerhegeb sehen, was unser Lieblingsessen ist und welche Mikros wir benutzen. Danke für euren Kommentare, Bewertungen und Nachrichten! Ihr seid die Besten! Hier gibt es Schokofrösche Merch: https://www.seedshirt.de/shop/schokofroescheshopIhr wollt uns FanArt schicken oder Sticker von uns bekommen?Schreibt uns an:Postfach 71053281455 München

Summary:After surviving the Chamber of Secrets and discovering the truth about Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry Potter returns for his Third Year and his continued pursuit of the Prince's Throne. But Hogwarts and Wizarding Britain are thrown into chaos by the escape of not just Sirius Black, but most of Voldemort's Inner Circle from Azkaban Prison. Meanwhile, Harry's efforts to reconcile with his twin brother and his parents are threatened by the machinations of Peter Pettigrew while other enemies lurk in the shadows. How will Harry Potter over come the Death Eater Menace?Support the author here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheSinister_Man/pseuds/TheSinister_Man

MISCHIEF MANAGED!! Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Full Reaction Watch Along: https://www.patreon.com/thereelrejects Visit https://huel.com/rejects to get 15% off your order Download the PrizePicks today at https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/RE... & use code REJECTS to get $50 instantly when you play $5! Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Reaction, Recap, Commentary, Analysis, & Spoiler Review!! Join Greg Alba and Tara Erickson as they journey back to Hogwarts in the spellbinding third installment of the Harry Potter series. In this 2004 masterpiece directed by Alfonso Cuarón (Gravity, Children of Men), we follow Harry Potter as he navigates his third year at the wizarding school, all while facing the looming threat of the escaped convict Sirius Black—rumored to be after him. Starring Daniel Radcliffe (The Woman in Black, The Woman in Black 2) as the courageous Harry Potter, Emma Watson (Beauty and the Beast, Little Women) as the brilliant Hermione Granger, and Rupert Grint (Into the White, Moon) as the loyal Ron Weasley, the film deepens the magic with darker themes and breathtaking visuals. Notable supporting performances include Gary Oldman (The Fifth Element, The Dark Knight) as the enigmatic Sirius Black and David Thewlis (The Theory of Everything, The Omen) as the lycanthropic Professor Lupin, adding layers of mystery and emotion to the tale. Our reaction dives into unforgettable moments—from the eerie presence of the Dementors and the mesmerizing time-turner sequences to the dramatic revelations in the Shrieking Shack. Experience every twist, spellbinding scene, and iconic line that has made this installment a timeless favorite among fans of magic and mystery. Like, subscribe, and hit the bell icon for more magical movie reactions and reviews! Follow Tara Erickson: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TaraErickson Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/taraerickson/ Twitter:  https://twitter.com/thetaraerickson Intense Suspense by Audionautix is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ Follow Us On Socials:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/  Tik-Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@reelrejects?lang=en Twitter: https://x.com/reelrejects Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ Music Used In Ad:  Hat the Jazz by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Happy Alley by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... POWERED BY @GFUEL Visit https://gfuel.ly/3wD5Ygo and use code REJECTNATION for 20% off select tubs!! Head Editor: https://www.instagram.com/praperhq/?hl=en Co-Editor: Greg Alba Co-Editor: John Humphrey Music In Video: Airport Lounge - Disco Ultralounge by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Ask Us A QUESTION On CAMEO: https://www.cameo.com/thereelrejects Follow TheReelRejects On FACEBOOK, TWITTER, & INSTAGRAM:  FB:  https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thereelrejects Follow GREG ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/thegregalba/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thegregalba Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, Aureo, Ev, Sam, and special guest Geoff (our social media wizard!) tackle the iconic Marauder's Map chapter in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. We're plunging into the darkness of dementors, exploring the secrets of the Marauder's map, and laughing along with the Weasley twins' hilarious antics. And, of course, no trip to Hogsmeade is complete without a butterbeer at our favorite pub: The Three Broomsticks. Grab a butterbeer and join us for a fun-filled episode, capped off with a discussion of the chapter's shocking finale. Join the Discussion: https://threebroomstickspod.com/episode-55-poa-chapter-10-some-of-you-will-die-but-dumbledore-was-willing-to-make-this-sacrifice/  In this episode: This is not Harry slander this is Harry realism Thanks to Ev we learn about real-life Grims in English churchyards When can magical children form memories? Sending dementors out in the country to find Sirius Black is just baffling Does Hogwarts effectively turn into a prison by the Dementors being stationed outside of the grounds? Some of you will die but Dumbledore was willing to make this sacrifice Lupin's secret is that he's always sad Madam Pomfrey needs more staff Passing down the map is actually a sacrifice by Fred and George Harry Potter and Wizarding Building Maintenance How does muggle tech impact magical inventions? Stockpiling chocolate keeps Dementors away Pub's Jukebox: Marauder's Map by The 8th Horcrux Contact: Website: https://threebroomstickspod.com/ Email: 3broomstickspod@gmail.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/3broomsticks Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/threebroomstickspod/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/threebroomstickspodcast/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/threebroompod YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/@ThreeBroomsticksPodcast 

Summary:After surviving the Chamber of Secrets and discovering the truth about Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry Potter returns for his Third Year and his continued pursuit of the Prince's Throne. But Hogwarts and Wizarding Britain are thrown into chaos by the escape of not just Sirius Black, but most of Voldemort's Inner Circle from Azkaban Prison. Meanwhile, Harry's efforts to reconcile with his twin brother and his parents are threatened by the machinations of Peter Pettigrew while other enemies lurk in the shadows. How will Harry Potter over come the Death Eater Menace?Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property of JK Rowling. Prince of Slytherin, as well as all original characters are the property of The Sinister Man.

Send us a textIn this episode, we discuss the most important side characters from each book. Enjoy!Listen to episode 267, QuizMaster: Potions here!Topics/Summary:·      1:23 Challenge Question·      2:25 Professor Quirrell. Quirrell drives the story forward with a masterful hand, and we wouldn't have the same conflict without him. Snape is also a good option for this, but it is the contrast between Quirrell and he that makes the first book so interesting.·      7:25 Professor Lockhart. He is an absolute idiot, but an important idiot in the second book. Lockhart allows Harry to begin his journey as a hero. He also allows him to realize his connection with Voldemort which evolved later.·      13:13 Professor Lupin. I was so close to putting down Sirius Black, but in the end, Lupin takes the cake. He somehow finds a way to be everywhere. He is at the center of the conflict surrounding Sirius even though we don't know it, and he is one of the most important Harry has when it comes to a connection to James.·      16:42 Barty Crouch Jr. This is one of the easier ones on the list, because if we pick out any one event in the fourth book, Crouch had something to do with it. He was influencing the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the search for Voldemort, and the rise of Voldemort all at the same time.·      18:34 Professor Umbridge. This is another easy one. What would happen in this book without her? We wouldn't have the trial, any of the conflicts at Hogwarts, or Dumbledore's Army without her.·      21:05 Draco and Dumbledore. I'm going to cheat a little bit here and choose both Draco and Dumbledore because it is the dance of death they do in this book that drives forward the plot. Dumbledore's death was Dumbledore's own fault as much as Draco's.·      24:37 Snape. Finally, Snape. He is doing everything. He is probably the most powerful person in the wizarding world at this point just because of how many sides he is fighting for. Snape could take down anyone he chooses and influence the entirety of the war. One of the most impactful scenes of the book is when Snape is dying in the Shrieking Shack. These reasons are more than enough.Having anything you want to hear or say? Click here for a voice submission or here for text. ThePotterDiscussion@gmail.comthepotterdiscussion.comNox

Joe, Lauren and Alex attempt to rename the series from Dumbledore's perspective. They break down one of the more popular spells in the series, Petrificus Totalus. And they debate if Purebloods are just old lines of Muggleborns in Truth or Lies!   00:00 Open/Giveaway 13:50 Renaming the Series from Dumbledore's Perspective 1:04:40 Spellio Revelio - Petrificus Totalus 1:16:30 Truth or Lies 1:29:50 Community E-mails   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 "The Mysteriously Haunted Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy"!   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/

Go to http://shopify.com/scb to sign up for a $1-per-month trial period Today Ben Dives into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter to give a SCATHING REVIEW of Sirius Black.  Sirius is possibly the worst communicator in all of Harry Potter and his inability to say things in a straightforward manner gets him into a lot of trouble… and prison. Tickets Through the Griffin TOUR are ON SALE NOW!!! https://supercarlinbrothers.com/events/    Southeast Tour Dates:  Charlotte, NC - 02/11/2025 Orlando, FL - 02/13/2025 Tampa, FL - 02/14/2025 Jacksonville, FL - 02/16/2025 Atlanta, GA - 02/18/2025 Nashville, TN - 02/19/2025 #supercarlinbrothers #Harry Potter Edited by :: Ethan Edghill

Joe, Lauren and Alex recap their Thanksgiving and jump back into Major Moments of Book 5 discussing a short but epic chapter entitled The Only One He Ever Feared! We cover the Legilimency spell in Spellio Revelio, and we here from all of you in our Community e-mails!   00:00 Open/Thanksgiving Recap 16:10 Giveaways 18:15 Major Moments - The Only One He Ever Feared 1:11:15 MugglePoll 1:16:15 Potterwatch 1:20:30 Spellio Revelio - Legilimency 1:30:40 Community E-mails   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 "The Mysteriously Haunted Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy"!   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/

This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp — go to http://betterhelp.com/super to get 10% off your first month. Today J dives into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter to find out how the Dementors managed to finally find Sirius Black at JUST the wrong moment in Prisoner of Azkaban #supercarlinbrothers #HarryPotter  Edited by :: Ethan Edghill