After making his circuit of the island, Drake shimmered into the library, a place he always felt at home. It was closed for the day, but that was how he wanted. He didn't want anyone else around when made his exit. "Best year of my life," he murmured to himself. It was a statement of fact, not an attempt to reassure himself. He'd spent two ( Read more... )

Drake was packing up his office, setting Delirium's psychedelic frogs aside for Karla and trying to decide what to do with his framed autographs from Merlin and Arthur. But the music was still cheery -- today's selection included Abbacadabra.

The door was open.

Drake had set up camp in the living room, watching over wee Wyatt and baby Chris and Piper's still body. He was so very tempted to make popcorn as he discretely watched Piper's spirit snapping at Cole as he tried to explain to her what was going on ( Read more... )

After shaking down the Book of Shadows failed to produce anything useful on the "finding a Whitelighter turned Elder whose been sent to Earth with his memory erased because the other Elders are douches" front, Drake headed back downstairs with Phoebe and Paige. He already knew what they'd find -- Piper's body sprawled on the stairs -- but he put ( Read more... )

In accordance with prophecy Cole's plans, Drake had convinced Paige to bring the demon home to meet the family. Piper and Phoebe had been skeptical of his intentions, but Wyatt seemed to like Drake well enough, and the lack of shields going up was a good sign. As was his ability to fondle the Book of shadows. He also got a good meal out of the ( Read more... )

Drake was probably about the only person on the island not disturbed by the singing bugs. In fact, he'd been singing along with them into the wee hours of the night, probably much to the dismay of his neighbors.

Of course, now he'd been earwormed and felt compelled to keep singing:

I'll be your cloud up in the sky ( Read more... )

Unlike some of his fellow teachers, Drake had no crack in his office to fall into. He was, however, apparently talking to himself (unless one could see spirits ( Read more... )

There was no ABBA blasting from Drake's office today.

Instead, it was Lady Gaga.

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heartThere may have been the occasional ( Read more... )

Drake was in his office as per usual on Thursdays. Today, however, was ABBA day, and he was singing along with the music.

"Don't go wasting your emotion...
Lay all your love on me!
Don't go sharing your devotion...
Lay all your love on me!"

"Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)" was next in the playlist.

Drake had been having troubling dreams, like most of the island ( Read more... )