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Although the original quote was from Sherlock Holmes. It was used in TOS and then in Star Trek (2009) as a reference to SH. Then in Sherlock 2x02, Sherlock says it and John calls him ‘Spock’ as though it’s a reference to Star Trek and Wibbly Wobbly Inception of the quote, yo.
January • 2017 On the first of the year I decided to record at least one video every day this month so that I could have a 1-2 second clip for every day in January. Now that January is over, here is the compilation video. 🎥 1 • Driving home watching LOTR 2 • Moving bookshelf 3 • Moving TV 4 • Receiving GoPro 5 • Playing The Chain on Bass 6 • Snow 7 • Receiving Light Saber Chop Sticks 8 • David driving my car listening to AC/DC 9 • Lily 10 • David washing a hat 11 • Pastor Eric 12 • Setting up GoPro stand 13 • Watching ASOUE 14 • Jam Session with the guys 17 • Singin' In The Rain w/ D and Vali 16 • Dutch Chocolate Ice Cream cause sick 17 • Flu Medicine cause sick 18 • Lying around cause sick 19 • Throwing tissues cause sick 20 • A Knights Tale stuck in my head 21 • Parents making wine 22 • Noah wanting to show off 23 • Lily loves me - or is it the other way around 24 • One of my works from my SMU art course 25 • Briana's birthday 26 • Watching the love of my life again 27 • Diana's opening 28 • Late night practice 29 • Maddy gets a strike 30 • Quiet Night 31 • Reading The Word
please remember that i don’t live in america, this is a 12 year old korean girl and when asked about her favorite celebrity her mind automatically jumped to the 16th president of the united states
When I used to think about Voldemort’s horcruxes I imagined a soul divided in equal portions residing in the different horcruxes and Voldemort himself. I realised that this can’t be true in The Half-Blood Prince Slughorn describes making a horcrux as splitting ones soul in two. This means that when Riddle made his Diary into a horcrux he split his soul in half and physically removed one half from his body and placed it in the diary. This means that he only had half of his soul left when he made his next horcrux, Marvolo’s ring. This half would have been split in half leaving only a quarter in Voldemort’s body. This goes on and on the amount of soul remaining in Voldemort halving each time he makes a horcrux until he had only 1/128 or 0.78125% left in his body. As shown in the graph above. So next time you wonder why Voldemort could have done some of things he did, remember how little human he had left in him. I don’t know about you but I think that this is crazy.
Malfoy walked up the steps without looking back to see if Hermione was behind him. When he reach the top step, he turned right down the corridor, out of sight, calling, “Shut the door behind you."
After a great pull on the circular, iron handle, the door swung closed and the latch clicked. With a sigh, Hermione began to ascend the stairs and, wearily, followed her captor into the heart of the manor.
Hermione rounded the corner of the corridor just in time to see Malfoy disappearing around the next corner. "Keep up, Granger," he called. "I haven't got all day." Reluctantly, she did as she was bid.
"There are three wings in the manor, the North Wing, the East Wing, and the West Wing. Your room will be located in the North Wing," Malfoy said as they passed windows looking out over the same garden Hermione had walked through moments before. "The North Wing is old, it has not been updated in years. My parents haven’t had the time, nor the need, what with the multitude of rooms we have in our other wings, so they’ve blocked the whole wing off. Anyone who does not keep permanent residence and knowledge of how to enter it will not be able to see it. My father and mother prefer to ignore and cover up problems until a time comes that they can solve them. They almost never enter the North Wing, so it is all but abandoned. My family’s rooms are in the East Wing, where we spend most of our time when at home. That said, if you leave the North Wing, you had better ensure that no one sees you. Do not leave often or without escort. You can go anywhere in the manor, as long as you are not seen." Suddenly, Malfoy stopped and turned around so abruptly Hermione nearly crashed into his chest. "Except the West Wing. Do you understand?"
"What’s in the West Wing?" Hermione asked, intrigued.
"It’s forbidden!" And Malfoy whipped back around and strode away from her.
Hermione caught up to him in time to emerge into the great foyer of the manor. There were large oak doors, intricately detailed chandeliers lining the high ceiling, and two mirroring staircases at the far end of the foyer. Each grand staircase led to a separate balcony, with portraits lining the walls on either side of an entrance. Malfoy led Hermione away from the doors and between the staircases.
"That is the entrance to the East Wing," Malfoy said, gesturing to the staircase on their right. "That is the entrance to the West Wing." He gestured to the left.
"And this is the entrance to the North Wing," Malfoy had come to a stop in front of the wall at the end of the foyer.
As he spoke, the wall started to ripple like rain on a lake, then began to dissolve and in its place appeared a red, velvet curtain that draped onto the floor from the ceiling, with more red curtaining framing the vertical drapes. It reminded Hermione of the theatre productions she used to attend with her parents in her childhood. Back when she thought magic was nothing more than fairytale.
"The curtain will not move until you say the password. There is also a disillusionment charm upon it to keep people from noticing it if they don’t already know it’s there. I assume you first saw the wall?" Hermione nodded. "It is very powerful magic," he added haughtily.
Hermione reached out to feel the curtains. They were as soft as velvet should be, but they didn’t not flow as velvet should. If fact they didn’t seem to move at all at her touch. The curtain felt pliable enough beneath her hand, and yet not enough to move or shift. It was as if a permanent sticking charm held it in place in mid air.
"Pavo Cristatus," Malfoy said.
"The scientific name for peacock," Hermione mused. "That’s the password?"
As if in response, the red curtain began to rise and disappear into the ceiling leaving a large wing entrance in its place.
Straight ahead of them, separated by a great expanse of beautiful wooden floors, stood a pair of curved staircases that joined in entrance to the floor above. That entrance connected to a walkway, lined with iron balusters, that wrapped, rectangularly, around the area through which Hermione and Draco were walking. Hermione could imagine leaning over the balusters to view the ground floor below, which appeared to be the center of the North Wing.
"When my parents were first married, my grandparents still lived here, in the North Wing and my father and mother moved into the East Wing to they made it their own."
There were random items scattered along the open area of the ground floor that seemed to be forgotten. White sheets draped over objects that looked like love seats and ottomans and end tables. There was an umbrella stand that held a single umbrella, its handle broken. The stand stood between an empty hat rack and an coat rack that held a tattered shall.
As they made their way to the staircases, they passed a pair of oak doors that stood slightly ajar, through which Hermione caught a glimpse of a ballroom with a cloth-draped grand piano in the corner.
"Do you never use the ballroom?" Hermione asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Not this one," and at her look of surprise, he smirked. "We don't need to. There is, of course, a ballroom in every wing."
Malfoy led Hermione up a staircase, around the walkway, down the furthest corridor, passing door after door, until finally coming to a stop before the final door.
"This is the smallest room in the wing, a guest bedroom for the lesser guest."
He opened the door and Hermione looked around as she entered a room almost twice the size of the one she had grown up in. A magnificent bed stood in the center of the room, beneath it, an ornate rug. There were draped windows on either side of the bed. One side of the room had a wall of bookshelves, the other had a bathroom and a closet.
"Potts!" Malfoy called and, with a loud crack, a small house-elf appeared before them holding a large teapot. With a high squeak and another loud crack she disappeared and at a third loud crack she reappeared teapot-less.
"Yes, Master?" the little elf said in a high pitched voice. She was not unlike Dobby, Hermione thought, with his huge tennis ball eyes, though her eyes were slightly smaller and a rich blue. She wore a purple, frilly dish cloth on her head and another larger one around her waist like an apron with pink and blue polka dots to ornate the purple.
"Potts," Malfoy said with a hint of irritation at having to wait. "This is Hermione Granger. You are to ensure that this room is a suitable dwelling place, even for a Mudblood. While she is here you are to take care of her needs. Food, clothing, tidying up, et cetera. And you will serve her as you would a highly favored guest, as long as her requests do not conflict with any demands I have given you. For instance, you will in no way help her to contact anyone."
He began to make his way toward the door.
"One more thing," Malfoy added, turning back to the two of them and looking intently at Potts. "You are forbidden to speak of her presence here to anyone." Hermione stared at Malfoy in surprise. "Not to Master Lucious, nor Mistress Narcissa, nor Mistress Bellatrix, nor any guests. You are to speak of her to no one except me. Is that understood?"
The little elf nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master."
"Good. You may make use of the other house-elves, if you need too, but their absences must go unnoticed. And they must speak to me before they enter this wing."
“Malfoy," Hermione called as his hand grasped the doorknob, and with a soft voice she asked, "Why don’t you want anyone to know that I’m here?"
His gray eyes found hers and held them for a moment, before smirking. "I don’t like to share my toys." And with that he pulled the door open and departed through it, leaving Hermione to attempt to shake of the sense of dread she felt at his words.
"Potts will make this room clean in no time, Miss!" the little elf said as soon as her master was out of sight and she immediately went to work on the room. Potts snapped in cleaners and rags and dusters and fresh bed clothes and clean towels.
Hermione helped where she could, though she was met with enmity at every step.
"Miss does not need to bother herself with that," Potts said, taking the broom from Hermione who had picked it up to begin sweeping. "House work is for House-elves, not witches.” And "Potts can do that, Miss. Potts is a very good duster. Very good indeed," when Hermione attempted to rid the highest shelf on an empty bookcase of a fine layer of powder. So Hermione decided to take a different approach.
"Please, Potts, would you let me do it. I want to do it. It would make me very happy."
"If it would make Miss Hermione happy, then Miss can dust the bookcase," the little elf squeaked, with a hint of reluctance, and she returned the feather duster to Hermione’s hand. And as the night wore on, Hermione swindled her way into changing the bedclothes, dusting the light fixtures, and scrubbing the bathtub.
Having removed all remnants of soap scum from the inside of the bathtub to sparkling perfection, she proceeded to shine the outer rim down to the claw/taloned legs. As her eyes rested on the legs her mind wandered back to Grimald Place and the horrocious decorating decisions of Mrs. Black, and, not for the first time, Hermione was reminded that she was trapped in the home of Mudblood hating Pure-bloods.
“Miss is tired,” the little elf exclaimed when she saw Hermione’s head resting against the copper basin and she took the cloth from Hermione's hand.
“No,” Hermione began to protest, but did not resist as the little elf began to push her to her feet.
“Must sleep, Miss,” Potts insisted as she shoved Hermione out of the bathroom. A cream nightgown was lying on the bed and Potts helped Hermione step out of her jeans and t-shirt and pull the nightgown over her head. Potts then pulled back the bedclothes and Hermione climbed into the giant bed.
"Good night, Miss Hermione,” Potts said, smiling up at Hermione.
"Good night, Potts," Hermione replied. "And thank you for helping me with my room."
When the little elf cracked out of existence, Hermione fell back onto the pillows, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Thankful that the physical labor had tired her enough that her mind’s racing had no chance of keeping her awake tonight, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning Hermione was awoken by a sharp rap on the door and a growled, "Granger, open the door."
Rain tapped lightly against the windows as Hermione stretched and opened her eyes. Begrudgingly, she threw back the duvet and rolled out of bed. A thin, lavender robe laid upon a chair by the foot of the bed, where Potts had left it for her. Hermione wrapped it around herself as she made her way toward the door.
"Grang-" Malfoy began, cutting himself off as Hermione opened the door. "Finally."
Malfoy was wearing a tailored black suit, a white dress shirt, and an emerald green tie. His platinum hair and his shiny black wingtips were sprinkled with droplets of water, though his clothes were completely dry, as if he had gone out into the rain with nothing but a rain coat. Hermione, struck by Draco Malfoy in Muggle dress clothes, thought the look suited his tall and slender frame quite nicely. But his face held dark circles under his eyes.
"What are you staring at?" Draco snapped.
"Wha- Nothing, you just woke me up," Hermione said, recomposing herself. "What do you want?"
"I came to inform you that your parents have been taken care of. I've sent them to that Muggle transport place they call Heathrow with more than enough Muggle money to get settled in any other country. Crabbe and Goyle have no recollection of the events that transpired last night. And the Muggles who were held in the dungeon won't breathe a word either."
She nodded in understanding.
Then she registered something. “Were held? What do you mean by were? Where are they now?"
"That is none of your concern."
"Malfoy, tell me what happened to them."
"It doesn't matter.”
“On the contrary, it seems it does, tell me.”
“No."
“Malfoy.”
“Granger, leave it."
“No, Malfoy! Where-"
"FINE! THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"
Hermione stared at Malfoy. “No, they aren’t."
"Yes. They. Are."
"Wha-why? How?"
"Does it matter?" Malfoy asked, his tone almost bored.
"Of course it matters," Hermione breathed, her heart breaking. "Please. Tell me what happened. It's not as if I can leave and tell anyone. At least not without breaking the vow and dying, anyway."
Draco gazed at Hermione for a long time before finally conceding. "The Dark Lord didn't get what he wanted last night. When he returned here he went down to the cellar where he'd been keeping Olivander for questioning. But Olivander had been moved to the cupboards on the first floor, so instead, the Dark Lord found the room filled with filthy Muggles. Apparently Olivander had given some bad information regarding how last night's events should have played out. As punishment, he was returned to the cellar to watch the Muggles die in front of him, one by one."
Hermione stared at him.
"Where are they now?" she asked. "The-their bodies, I mean."
"Spread across the country, I'd imagine. Left for the Muggle authorities to find.”
Then his grey eyes connected with hers as he said, "You should be thanking me."
"Why?"
"If I hadn't moved you to this room you would be dead too."
"If you hadn't kidnapped my father I would never have been here."
"I didn't kidnap your father, Goyle did. And besides, your idiot father should not have been wandering the woods alone in the middle of a wizard war."
"Oh right, and because he was careless he deserves to be captured like an animal, tortured, and murdered?"
"I didn’t say that. And have you already forgotten that I let him go. I saved him!"
"And letting my father go somehow absolves you of the others? If you think that what you've done is right..."
"Then what, Granger!?” The two glared at each other. "Well?"
"Well,” she responded "Then you're a fool, Malfoy!"
“I’m a fool? You must know he is going to lose, your precious Potter. Why are you fighting on his side?”
“Harry has morality and truth and love on his side. Voldemort has nothing but hatred and his love of power.”
“You can’t have morality in war. This is why he will lose. And all of his followers will die.”
“Some things are just worth dying for. Though I suppose that’s something you Slytherins will never understand.”
Malfoy continued to look down at her with a face of arrogance and incredulity. After a moment he shook his head and said, “Tonight the manor will be empty. Potts will be taking care of the dining room on the ground floor during the day and this evening you will join me for dinner.”
A Letter to Anna and Sim: Because Anna Faris Asked for Understanding Regarding Trump
In response to the last 5 minutes of Episode 73 of Anna Faris is Unqualified
Hi Anna and Sim,
My name is Faith Wuenschel, from Texas (one of those Red States), and I wanted to write to you regarding my opinion of the outcome of this election and to potentially help give you a little understanding.
First, let me start by saying how much I truly love your podcast. I have listened to every single episode and can’t wait for my drive to and from work on Tuesdays and Wednesdays because I know I’ll be listening to your voices.
Now, to answer Anna’s question:
“Please, dear listeners, will you help me understand? Help me. I wanna know. I wanna know. I wanna be able to relate to everybody or at least attempt to."
Anna, I really want to thank you for asking your listeners to help you understand. I can’t express how happy I was to hear you ask for understanding about this situation. For the last few weeks I’ve genuinely wanted to answer this exact question from my point of view, but I haven’t really felt the confidence to write this out and post this on social media or anything like that. Until now.
See, I have never (stressing the word NEVER) been one to openly talk politics with anyone. In fact, I often shy away from it, just nodding quietly or slipping away and leaving the conversation. However, I have discussed more politics with more people in this few months than I have in my entire life. Though it almost seems to be that way for everyone due to the insanity of this election and all of the drama surrounding it. Or perhaps it just feels that way because it's so recent.
Now, I assume that what you want to understand is why are we here? Why did half of our country vote for Donald Trump? Why did the electoral college result in a Donald Trump victory? And to be honest, I’ve been asking myself this same question.
I believe Donald Trump to be a gross, sexist, misogynistic, selfish, bigoted, idiotic pig. And for the first few months of this insane political campaign I could not wrap my head around why anyone would vote him into office.
So, let’s start with the primaries. Why did Donald Trump win the Primaries? My understanding is that the Republican Party, or rather those voting for the Republican candidate, were simply tired of politicians, they felt over run by them, maybe bulldozed by them, maybe not listened to, I don't know, but the way I understand it they were tired of politicians not getting the job done, so they wanted something completely different, And obviously Donald Trump is COMPLETELY different. Why they thought he would be a good kind of different, I'm not entirely sure, but this is where we ended up.
Texas did not vote for Trump in the primaries, so I did not have many serious discussions about him until after he won the primaries. Honestly, I just figured it was some big joke and that he would be nixed quickly.
Anyway, back to the results of the election.
I was born and raised in Texas in a very conservative environment. I still live in Texas in a very conservative environment. Needless to say, I have been surrounded by many, many, MANY people who voted for Donald Trump in this year's presidential election. Friends, family, acquaintances. People I love, people I tolerate, people who irritate me to no end. And I’ve had many conversations to learn why people voted for him. (I have also been surrounded by and had many conversations with many friends and family and irritating people who voted for Hillary Clinton, but I assume I don’t need to share their reasonings with you.)
I think the simple answer to your question is that the vast majority of the voting population did not vote for Donald Trump. What I mean is that most of those who put his name on their ballot were not voting for HIM. Many of the people I have spoken with, who voted for Donald Trump, have said it was the single hardest vote they've had to make, how they don't respect him as a man. How they think he's disgusting. How they think he's selfish. How they think he's a horrible, horrible human being. How they had to look past that, past all of it, in order to vote. Those who voted for him were not voting FOR him, but AGAINST Hillary, or FOR the Republican Party, or FOR one specific issue that means the most to them, the Pro-Life agenda for instance, or FOR Pence, or FOR change, or AGAINST politicians.
I've heard people say that it's choosing the lesser of two evils; trying to decide which evil they would rather live with. But I think what it comes down to, honestly, is that this year the Republicans beat the Democrats. I don't think that it had anything to do with the candidates. In fact, I think it was in spite of the candidates that this election happened. I did notice that the media seemed to be incredibly biased toward Hillary Clinton. All media outlooks, except for FOX, seemed to be in support of Hillary and completely against Donald Trump. I do know at least one young adult who voted against the media, simply tired of the media cramming Hillary down his throat, giving him only one option.
I think this election just came down to political parties.
It saddens me that the results of this Presidential election led so many people to look down on America; that so many people seem to believe that half of the American population are misogynists and bigots and sexists and racists simply because half of the American population, or rather half of the participating voting population in America, voted for someone who seems to be all of those things. I do not believe this to be true. I do not believe America should be looked upon in such a negative light. I believe the percentage of our population to actually fit under these categories to be a minuscule percentage. So please. Do not worry about the fate of our country.
Finally, I just want to say that I did not vote for Donald Trump. I could not bring myself to vote for him because I did not think I could live with myself. For me, it simply came down to which political candidate did I agree with on the most issues and I really did the research. So I voted Libertarian. And yes, I know many people see a vote for a third party member as a non-vote, but I have to disagree. I voted for the candidate with whom I agreed on the most issues. And because I believe that if enough people voted for third party member, a third party member would be elected. But they don’t because we’re a two party country.
One benefit I personally got out of this election is an understanding and patience for those who do not share the same political views as me.
I think that this presidential election has given me a great deal of understanding and patience for all people who participated in this election: the voters, the nonvoters, and the politicians. It has given me a lot of insight into why people vote the way that they do. I have always loved people for who they are, but for the longest time, if somebody didn't agree with me on certain political aspects, it was hard for me to want to discuss anything remotely political with them. However, I realized that as long as the person I was speaking to could give me a valid reason as to why they voted the way they did, I respected them and I supported their vote, even if I did not support the person they were voting for. Does that make sense?
I really hope this helps you understand, at least in part. Obviously, this is just one person’s point of view, a person who is not politically inclined, but a person who tries everyday to relate to and empathize with everyone.
Anyway, I love you both a lot. Thank you so much for your wonderful podcast and thank you for this opportunity to share with you.
I just wanted to be yet another person to let you know just how highly I think of what you're doing. Anna especially. To have such a public figure give such wonderful advice, as well as have so many other public figures join her, it's amazing! Thank you so much for that!
I love you both and I love how much you care for your listeners and your guests! Please keep doing what you’re doing!
