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Seven Thousand

There’s no way we can do this in time.”

“Just relax and grab some eggs, milk, and butter from the fridge.”

Alice gathered her hair into a ponytail at the top of her head. A few stray red curls bounced in front of her eyes. She blew them out of her face.

“Besides, we could have done this yesterday afternoon if someone didn’t insist on refereeing a peewee soccer game for his little sister, who’s the reason why we’re making a cake in the first place.” She wasn’t playing fair but she didn’t particularly care. It was three in the morning after all.

“Shut up! Do you want her to wake up?” Kyle’s face peered from behind the refrigerator door, genuine fear in his eyes.

Alice mused at how close her best friend and his younger sister were. Nearly fifteen years apart in age, Kyle and Lucy didn’t exactly grow up wrestling and chasing each other around the yard.

Kyle closed the doors, arms full of dairy products, and set the lot gently on the countertop. “And to counter your argument, Miss Debate Club, we could have done this after the soccer game if someone didn’t have a dinner date. I thought the plan was to make the cake at your place. You know, so she wouldn’t know.”

Alice shrugged and replied, “My mom doesn’t trust you in our kitchen after your experimental soufflé.”

“I didn’t mean to make an explosion in your kitchen!” he huffed, separating eggs in a large metal bowl. “And besides, after we cleaned up your oven, all the carbon buildup was gone. Now start sifting some flour.”

She snorted as she pulled out a jar of flour from the cupboard. “It was a mix of the acetic acid and sodium bicarbonate. Oldest trick in the book.” Alice paused thoughtfully. “Probably why it exploded.”

“Oh sure, so easy to analyze the chemistry after the fact. Sift, woman. Don’t just stand there.”

Alice stuck her tongue out at him. Despite being twenty-two years old, Kyle sure did make her act like a child. Still, she scooped flour into a sieve. This cake would mean a lot to Lucy, meaning that it meant a lot to Kyle.

Lucy may as well have called Kyle her father for the way he doted on her. When their parents died in a car crash four years ago, Kyle had been just old enough to take custody of his sister, who was only three at the time. They had no other family in the country, and Kyle refused to be parted from her. He’d taken on an impossible job: raising a little girl by himself, and because he didn’t half-ass anything, he’d become something of a gourmet cook in the process. Well, gourmet compared to Alice’s cooking.

He had help, of course. When he refused to move in with Alice’s family, her mother took him on as her personal project. Alice’s mom had taught Kyle to cook and did the accounting for him, calling it “pro bono”. Kyle deferred his enrollment to post-secondary and took up two jobs just to keep their parents’ rancher. And Alice stuck around to mind the quote unquote “feminine sensitivities” of the young girl, babysitting during Kyle’s nightshifts—which turned out to be great study time since Lucy slept like a rock.

“I don’t see why you need my help, you’re a better cook than I am now.”

“Work is easier with two people. Besides, you’re a girl. You know how I should decorate the cake.”

“Just because I like you, I’m going to pretend that wasn’t a sexist comment.”

“And just because I like you, I’m going to pretend you didn’t blow me off this evening.”

Alice’s ears grew warm. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as Kyle began to beat the egg whites. It was a steady, light sound, like a skipping rope, or a metal finger flicking against the bowl’s edge.

As the whisk rhythmically beat against the sides of the bowl, she wondered at how he could worry about Lucy waking at them talking, but calmly beat metal against metal not ten feet away from the soon-to-be seven-year-old’s bedroom.

“We haven’t had the chance to hang out in a while either.”

“I know.”

The beating of the whisk continued.

“So…” Kyle trailed off. “How did it go?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your date.”

“Oh, that,” she sighed, looking forlornly at the sugar before attacking it with the measuring spoon.

“That bad?”

“I’d say somewhere in the mid-hundred thousands, at the very least.”


She smiled at the inside joke. Kyle never understood the system, despite Alice explaining it several times since the brainchild’s birth six years ago.

Her “Seven Thousand” Theory, patent pending. The idea that the clichéd perfect companion was a “one in a million” shot was correct, but when applied to the current population of the world resulted in over seven thousand possible candidates.

Kyle had scoffed at her, telling her that she had included people on their dying beds and babies just born into the world. How did the theory account for sexual preference, age, gender, religion?

So she’d changed the odds: the seven thousand didn’t have to be romantic love. People in the seven thousand were people you loved too much that you couldn’t stand life without them. Parents, siblings, friends, children, romantic partners—any one of them could be in the seven thousand. The system was mostly based on probability. The odds of making a good friend you greet if you passed them by on the street was about one in a hundred, or in the seven million range. Finding someone you could intimately spend the rest of your life with was one in fifty thousand, or about one hundred forty thousand.

People in the seven million could be courteous to each other for their entire lives and not really know anything about each other. And people in the hundred thousands usually got married, might divorce, might have families, might live together in an eternal stalemate. But the seven thousands were special. Finding one in the seven thousand was what romantics would call soul mates, the red string of fate, the other half. Finding one of the seven thousand was highly unlikely—it was a one in a million shot after all. The probability of finding two was practically zero.

Alice didn’t really take the system seriously anymore. But it was an inside joke the two of them shared, or rather just herself, with Kyle being the only outsider who had a hint of what she was talking about.

“Not bad,” she clarified. The mid-hundred thousands were better than “not bad.” It was dating worthy.

“So you’d see him again?”

She shrugged, measuring some baking powder. “Maybe. You really should review your probability. Then you’d know what I’m talking about.”

“Well I kind of lost my tutor to her engineering degree and people in the hundred thousands.”

“It’s not hard,” she argued. “You were good in math back in high school.”

“Only because I had you to help me.”

“Give yourself more credit. Think of any situation that requires probability. The lottery, the chance that I’ll burn this cake when you step out to check on Lucy. We’ll break it down and you’ll see how easy it is.”

Kyle laughed. “At three in the morning?”

She snorted and moved to melt some butter on the stove. “You expected me to come to your house at this time and not lecture you? Think, Kyle.”

“Okay, okay,” he smirked. “So how about…the probability of you and me going out to dinner next week?”

“You mean for Lucy’s birthday? Shouldn’t we do that tomorrow? Or rather, later today?”

The sound of the whisk against the bowl abruptly stopped. “Yes. I mean, no. I…I mean yeah, we’re taking Lucy and some of her friends out for bowling and pizza. You’re not getting out of that one.” He shakily laughed once, bouncing on the spot. “But I…I was thinking of something more along the lines of a seven thousand dinner. Just…just you and me.”

Seven thousand.

“You…you did hear me, right?”

Seven thousand.


             She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Look at anything else in the room. Anything else.

Kyle flicked his eyes to the dish and smirked at her. “Earth to Alice.”

Seven thousand.

The beating started up again, it’s light, flicking sound filling the silence.

Alice risked looking at him and saw his form bent towards the bowl, concentrated on the eggs.

She snapped, grabbing his hand to stop that irritating sound. “You have the audacity to bring me here at three in the morning, say something as unprecedented as that, and then act like nothing happened? You…you—”

“You’re a genius, I thought you would have figured this out already.”

She hadn’t. Or rather, she had. Kyle had Lucy.

And the Seven Thousand theory applied to everything, not just romantic partners.


“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re here at three in the morning instead of with Mr. Hundred Thousand. Because you’re smart, and annoying, and funny, and beautiful, and my best friend, and I fell in love with you when we were twelve.”

He stared hard at her, and she looked away. Stupid Kyle with his cavalier attitude, superior cooking skills, brown eyes, dark hair, and terrible sense of timing. With the dumb smirk he always wore when he has said something clever and the pink tinge to his ears when he was nervous. With the kid sister who mattered everything to him and the best friend who…

Who what?

Kyle had removed his hand from under hers. The whisk started beating again.

“One hundred.”

The beating stopped.

“Excuse me?”

“You were asking me for the probability. One hundred.”


This short story was written by my friend Leanna over at Short Story Long Blog (yes, I know, the title has “Short story” in it. She explains the title somewhere on her blog.)

If you like the story, do leave comments here or on her blog, complimenting her about it. I’m sure she’ll like that!

This story is part of a series I’m going to post written by some of my friends based on Harry Potter prompts. You can check out the post in which I explain it all here.

The prompt “She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish.” is from ‘Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets’ and yes, it is about Ginny 😉

I’ll put up the next story on the 10th of December and the prompt is ““He had brains,” she concedes,”although many now question whether he could really take full credit for all of his supposed achievements.” 






A Part Of Me

I showed you pictures of all the merchandise I bought at Pottermania a month or so ago.

Today I wish to discuss the magical powers of one of the little things I bought.

This locket:


As you can imagine, I practically wear it all the time. I never leave home without it.
I don’t care if it doesn’t look good on the t-shirt I’m wearing or that something else I own might just look better.
I’m not wearing it for people who would criticize my fashion sense- I’m wearing it for those who know that it is more than just a piece of accessory.
Classic situation of ‘those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.’

It is so much more than just a necklace to me- that thing you see up there.

It is a promise to myself.
A promise not only to always love Harry Potter, but to always remember the values it taught me, to always know that there is something much bigger in the world out there, that good things are yet to come, to always have courage and confidence in myself.

It reminds me that I have a part of Harry in me, a Hermione, a Ron, maybe even a bit of Voldemort, definitely a Luna and a Sirius.
They are not just characters, they are all a part of who I am.

The locket might not possess the kind of magical powers that I wish it would, but it does have a certain power in it- that of putting things into perspective, of reminding me what matters.

There have been so many times when I have been confused or sad or angry or alone or downright furious about something, but touching it gave me the confidence to ask questions, it brought me back to my senses, helped me think rationally, reminded me of the end goal and most importantly, reminded me that I am not alone.
It reminded me that I am anything but alone.

Oh it gave me proof that I am not the only one!

Constantly, I can feel it around my neck, and I keep on touching it, when I’m thinking, when I’m nervous or when I have nothing to do.
I go out wearing it, and most people don’t even look at it.
But then there are a few, who stare for a while, perhaps confirming that it is what they think it is, then there’s most definitely a nostalgic smile on their face after which they proceed to ask me “Hey is that like the Harry Potter Always with The Deathly Hallows?”
I suppose they are confirming, once again, that I am a Potterhead and I’m not wearing it only because it looks good or something.
I grin from ear to ear and say “Yes!! Yes it is! So you’re a Potterhead??” Because you know, I need the confirmation too.

Mostly my next question is, “You’ve read all the books?”
And yes, I know that people who watch only the movies can also be ardent fans of the series and blah and blah and blah but no! For me, a Potterhead is someone who has read all the books and watched all the movies- that’s the least you could do, if you really consider yourself HUGE Potterheads.

Of course I’ve never given anybody hate for not having read the books or watched the movies but somehow in my mind you never register as Potterheads if you haven’t read the books- then you become just someone I know who likes Harry Potter a lot, I’m sorry but how can I have conversations with you about Harry Potter and not shout out “I don’t believe you’ve not read the books! READ THE BOOKS!!!” every two minutes???

But then I met this girl a few weeks ago (yes because of the locket!) I skipped the question “Have you read all the books?”
I don’t know how I forgot but I did (maybe because she was the first person to notice my locket ever since I started wearing it) and we exchanged numbers. Also, we talked a lot and I noticed how she really and truly was a Potterhead regardless of the fact that she hadn’t read the books (yeah I had asked her later).
She had thousands of Harry Potter related pictures in her phone, she understood references, she knew ships and OTPs, and (cherry on top of the cake) she was in love with Tom Felton.

I absolutely love that girl- she is the only one whom I give the Potterhead tag in spite of not having read the books.

All of this made me realize that maybe I shouldn’t be judging Potterheads like that (YES I know! Last person to jump on that bandwagon) even though most of them turn out to be, well, not Potterheads.

It also made me think of all the people I know who have read the books and somehow I still have difficulty in calling them Potterheads.

A girl I know recently read the books and watched the movies, and bless her, she is sincere in her love for Harry Potter but somehow she doesn’t seem like a person whose mind was literally (in the figurative sense) blown by the books. There’s no spark in her eyes when she talks about the Yule Ball and no passion in her voice as she tells me how sad Fred’s death is (devastating- that’s the word you use. Always.)

Oh but get this, I know another girl who read Harry Potter way before I did, but everytime I become all fangirl-y about it, she says “Sure, Harry Potter was one of the best series I read but…” and then go on to criticize it by acting like it is trivial or “pretty childish really”.

Oh and then there’s those!
The book snobs!
So they’ve read it like a long time ago, they were obsessed with it, it helped them read more books and really become readers, but now they’ve moved on from their childish obsession and think there are so many books that are better than Harry Potter.
Guys? Loyalty- Ever heard of that?

(See, what I think is, they can’t be Potterheads if they don’t remain loyal towards it. Because if there’s just one thing you learnt from that series, then it’s loyalty. Right?)

What I really dislike about this class of people is that they pity you or look down upon you because you’re still “hung up” on Harry Potter (like it is a trend or something).
I read Oscar Wilde, I read Jane Austen and I read all those serious books; but they won’t ever make me stop loving Harry Potter.

Because to me, ‘Always’ is more than a word, and more than Snape’s love for Lily.
When I say ‘Always’ I mean it.

Pottermaniacs Galore

Do you know how many people have read Harry Potter?
Nor do I.
If I had to guess I’d say somewhere about 39.4% (and I think I’m being optimistic here- if only for the sake of the reference).

That coupled with the fact that I’m a huge Potterhead and fellow Potterheads are my favourite kind of people in the world, I suppose you can imagine what it feels like to sit in a room full of Potterheads- a room which can occupy at least 400 people.
Yes it was a humbling experience- and a joyful one too.

The place where I went last Sunday, was full of people, and it was so much fun, knowing that wherever you looked there were only Potterheads.
And you could be as crazy as you wanted, because a lot of them were probably crazier than you.

It was like the internet- but IRL!

Nothing beats an experience like that.

The passes for the event were made to look like Hogwarts Express tickets.


The quiz they conducted started at 11 a.m.- the time the Hogwarts Express leaves.

There was another room where they were simply showing all the Harry Potter movies in order, a movie marathon.

People all around were dressed in robes, others in fandom T-shirts (the fandom, of course, being only Harry Potter this time).
A few especially had cosplayed really well: dressed up as Luna Lovegood, Tonks, Lucius Malfoy and Quirrel- complete with the turban.
And as if that wasn’t enough, the Quirrel guy came running into the room, shouted “Troll in the dungeon!”

Everyone cheered real loud.
Felt weird to know that everybody got the joke, usually this is what happens:


The whole day’s experiences were actually surreal- I am not used to being among my kind so much- on the internet, sure. Real life? Not so much.

The entire place was decorated wonderfully.
It was very detailed; little things which you wouldn’t even have noticed were placed around the whole building, such as golden snitches hanging in the air at a few places or all the floating candles in a room, also the envelopes with various addresses of Harry.

The entrance was designed to look like the barrier of Platform 9 and a three quarters.

We were sorted while we entered- yes I got sorted into Ravenclaw!!! 😀
(I sort of asked for it, but the kind girl said she would’ve sorted me that way regardless.
My friend remarked “The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account”)

The merchandise they sold and we bought!!!
French the Llama! Words won’t do it any justice, I’m simply going to put up pictures.





Bookmarks! 😀


So MANY of them!

There was Butterbeer to drink too. Frankly it could do with a bit of improvement, but I suppose it is the thought that counts.

[While on the topic, I must mention how my friend and I had once prepared Butterbeer for the Harry Potter themed birthday party (The Hugest Surprise Birthday Bash Ever™) I’ve mentioned somewhere before. It was delicious… I still wish I had had a glass more- after at least 3 of them :P]
Here’s a picture of the one we prepared (I assure you it tasted better than it looks):


Coming back to this fest (it was called Pottermania as is obvious from the pass-that-looked-like-a-train-ticket), it had various other events like Horcrux Hunt and Ground Quidditch, neither of which I participated in.

I, along with my Petites Potterheads, was planning on participating in the Horcrux Hunt but it turned out to be a city wide thing and I thought that I wouldn’t be any good at it and we all were also very hungry [Yes, Harry Potter comes before food and therefore we went hungry till around 4 o’clock- save for the tiny glass of Butterbeer each- and then my friend also reasoned that chronologically food came first so we should eat- while this logic was flawed, we didn’t argue much] and in all of this, we missed the Ground Quidditch as well.

I suppose that was all there was to it, I didn’t exactly make new friends- I had more than 10 of them with me.

This was the second time I spent a Potterific day. This was grander, with more friends, more people and more of everything in general, but somehow it was different.
I realized how much had changed in the last 9 months- since the previous event.

I would say that the first time was more fun, but I’m not very sure myself.

I’ve been saving the best for the last.

One very magical thing happened.

We added a new girl in our group of Petites Potterheads (It is being called “The Fanvergent” right now. Petites Potterheads is the name I lovingly call them) a month or so ago.

And just like with every other person who is added, I started talking to her.
And I must tell you, that girl is awesome! 😀
She writes and she reads, her writing is amazing and- well I could go on but you get the gist. So for a while, we had been talking about lots of things, mostly books.
I absolutely adored her already and I was excited to meet her for the first time at Pottermania.

Before I narrate what actually happened I’d like to take you back to one of my older posts. Remember how I had written about meeting 3 awesome girls in a single day and how happy I was about it?

So the girl in Point #2, the ‘It’s Leviösa’ girl, you’ll notice how I’ve not mentioned her name- that is because she never told me, nor did I ask. Names hold little importance when somebody is a Potterhead- this is something I’ve noticed time and time again.

And yes you guessed it!
Turns out it was the same girl!!!
The exact same one I had been talking to all these days and was excited to meet at Pottermamia- not for a moment did I think it could be her- or anyone I had already met.
I had seen her picture but I didn’t really recognise her. She had seen my picture but she didn’t recognise me either.

It was only when I saw the ‘It’s Leviösa’ T-shirt did I make the connection.

I couldn’t believe it at all!
I kept saying that too “I can’t believe it is you!”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe it is her!” (This to a friend who knew exactly whom I was talking about).

It was serendipity in the true sense of the word.

I’d like to end it on this high note.

There is something of which I deliberately left out the details up there.
I do wish to discuss it.
But that’s what I’ve been procrastinating about since the past few days. I am not sure what I wish to say, or if I wish to say it at all.
Thus the delay.

Maybe I’m not supposed to write about it.
Maybe not yet.

Or maybe I’m just lazy.
Either ways, I’m not ready for it.

If it is procrastination, I promise I will get over it.
Anyway just forget I wrote this last part and feel elated (like I am feeling) about the way serendipity works its magic, it is not one of my favourite words for nothing. 😀

Things That Give Me Hope

Three amazing events happened today. Here are they in chronological order:

1. In class today, a girl said to the teacher that her favourite book was “The Fault In Our Stars”.

That’s it actually.
I didn’t get a chance to talk to her or anything, but I would’ve loved to.

2. While I was leaving college, I happened to notice this girl who was wearing a violet T-shirt that said “It’s Leviösa”
Of course I talked to her.
(I’m quoting everything verbatim now)
I     :”Are you a Potterhead?”
She: “Yeah!!” *With a wide grin*
I     : “Oh my God! And your T-shirt!!” *wide grin, ob-viously*
She: Yes!!!! Hey I have a project submission or I swear I’d be all over you… :(”

(My stupid college with its stupid submissions! One more reason to hate it now!)

And I kid you not, she did say “I’d be all over you” But I’m sure she meant it like a puppy who would be all over a bone, or a kid over a new present or a Potterhead would be after meeting another Potterhead and not any other way you might think of.

3. On the train that I took while coming back, there was a girl who was reading Looking For Alaska (I’d know the cover anywhere!). I couldn’t talk to her just then, she was too far away but when we got down I talked to her for two minutes and found out that it was her first John Green book and she was planning to read The Fault In Our Stars next. And no, she hadn’t read Harry Potter- I asked.

When something like this happened earlier (which was very very rare) I used to think that I got excited about meeting Potterheads because I didn’t know many.

But now?
I have, like, more than 20 Potterhead friends. And almost an equal number of friends who have read TFiOS and other John Green books.

Still I get the same level of excited (if not more).
Then I realized that this has nothing to do with how many people I already know.

It has a lot to do with knowing that there are so many people out there who are completely awesome. That they are, knowingly or unknowingly, helping to decrease WorldSuck.

I live in a country where even literacy (yes, I mean the the ability to read and write) is very low and reading for the sake of reading is not exactly encouraged.

So this is some real good progress.

‘Sure’, you’ll say, ‘you go to a good college where only smart students get admitted. And the girl on the train probably goes to a similar college. How does that have any connection to the literacy levels of your country? You only know about the literate people!’

Yes that is true.

Happening to meet a few people who read my favourite books might not have anything to do with the progress of our nation as a whole.
But I like to believe, and to some extent it is true, that when people read for pleasure and not only because they have to, they become smarter and more aware of  their surroundings, their rights, and more than anything, they start setting some ideals for themselves, some moral values which they abide by.

A small example would be: littering.
A little kid who knows nothing might look at all the garbage that’s already there on the streets and throw in his chocolate wrapper as well.
But if his mother is a smart lady (and I’m assuming she is smart because she reads) who knows and cares about the environment, she will stop him from doing so and explain about why should or should not be doing certain things.

I know I went horribly off-topic (I actually started out with the goal to tell you all how happy I am about those three incidents) but I’m trying to convey something that even I can’t quite put into words.
I myself believe that everything comes down to literacy and more than that, reading. Why would I not? The number of people my age I meet everyday, and the ones who don’t read are such idiots- and I don’t just mean it because they don’t know grammar! They are just really dumb people who don’t know anything about anything- and have a huge ego to go along with that!
On the other hand, people who read are modest, resourceful and intelligent and know what the really important stuff is.

So of course these things give me hope.
Am I being naïve here?

P.S. For what it’s worth, when the teacher asked me about my favourite book, I said Harry Potter and TFiOS too. And she asked me to tell her about TFiOS and I did! 😀

And she didn’t ask about Harry Potter. That’s another thing I’d like to talk about one day: All my English teachers’ hatred (or indifference) towards Harry Potter.
Are they even fit to be English teachers if they don’t acknowledge the awesomeness of the series of books which defined an era???


Friday Picture (Should I Be Changing The Title Maybe? )

Friday Picture (Should I Be Changing The Title Maybe? )

I have no clue as to who had this brilliant idea- but as a fangirl, I must make this happen!

All you amazing people out there who are part of some fandom or the other, let’s do this!!!
If I see any of you around my vicinity, rest assured we will become great friends.

The whole concept of Fandoms has given me something I cannot even express in words.

I started last year by believing that- They are not strangers if they belong to your fandom, and that is undoubtedly, one of the best things I did.

Fangirls and fanboys everywhere, Tumblr, Facebook, Ning, are such supermegafoxyawesomehot people: Inspiring me, making me laugh, cry, giving me a sense of security that I am not the only crazy one (In fact now I have started to feel that I am not crazy enough- I NEED MORE CRAZY!) out there- and that isn’t even half the stuff they have unknowingly done for me!

Reblog this, I guess- if you want to spread the message too.

So much rambling! How’s that for a blog post that is supposedly a picture?

Tumblr Potterheads FTW!!!

Without much ado, I am going to post here some of the best, funniest, wittiest and most creative Harry Potter pictures of Tumblr that I’ve come across, which ironically I found on Facebook (Facebook Potterheads are the next best thing and therefore they definitely deserve a mention) since I wasn’t on Tumblr until very recently and even now I don’t update my Tumblr much.




































P.S. Yes, I do know that some of them aren’t from Tumblr. 
I think it is just the Harry Potter Fandom united here… 😀 

:D :D

God! I know this is the second time in a row that I’m just posting a link and not writing anything but you have to- just have to- read this one!
It’s about us!!
About all my petites Potterheads!
I couldn’t have done a better job of talking about the bunch of us!
This is the Best!
Love you OscarPotterhead! :*

This is for all my girls! We rule! 😀
P.S. That’s me! The certain Ravenclaw there! 😉

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