Get Along, Try Again

[forgive my absence. i blame crappy memory, and compy crashes]

[drake's shop, late evening, any/every one]

It had been several months since the 'incident', and Drake was still no closer to returning to his overly hyper flamboyant self. He'd seen potioneer after potioneer (he wasn't sure whether to thank whoever had sent them, or wring their necks). Some had been out right refused; others had attempted, but failed. One poor sod had had the fury of peguin!Drake unleashed upon him. Last he'd heard, he was in an institution somewhere.

But, in the end, nothing had worked. So Jae Kyu had come to the rescue and dragged him around the wizarding world for a month. He was still an irate little feathery puffball, but he was a little closer to becoming himself again. At least, Drake hoped so (he swore he was Murphy's cat toy).

[[ in light of some changes to o2c (mostly, that 'drake's the only clone in the game), i've had to revise drake's history a little. this post basically gives the revised version. and thanks to pinky for her help with the revisions!! no replies necessary, but constructive criticism's welcome- shizzy. ]]

*narrator speaks*
..Voldy wanted an army, and had come up with a way to do it. A cloning spell, if used on the right people or creatures, would provide him with said army. (Un)fortunately for Voldy, it didn't work.....well, not quite true. It did, just now how he'd expected. All but the last attempt failed, and even then the last clone was flawed (to Voldy, at least). Speaking of said clone, no one who works for Voldy is quite sure where he is, and he'd like to keep it that way.

Drake literally poofed into being, about 5 feet from the ground in someone's living room. Since he wasn't a bird, or Superman, gravity took effect and he came crashing down, whacking his head on the coffee table. Which brought out the owner of the apartment, who filled him in on a few things (after a brief fit). He did have some of Draco's memories, but they resembled Swiss cheese; he also couldn't use magic, but seemed to have a definite affinity for potions. So, with Jae Kyu's (landlady and friend)advice and blessings, he enrolled in a wizarding trade school, graduated a few years later as a potioneer, and set out to find a place to live and work peacefully.

Drake grumbled unhappily as he waddled about the shop. Jae Kyu had come by for a visit, and promptly busted a gut when she found out what happened. After a few rounds of laughter, she'd sobered, then dragged him back to Korea so she could try to help (that was and adventure). She tried everything and no luck. So she returned him to his shop (another adventure through customs). Now he was stuck as a penguin, still, and starting to lose his temper more and more. Plus, what was left of his already dubious sanity was starting to slip away too.

Drake waddled across his counter, Rikki and Raketty watching him. He was angry, happy, aggravated, slightly paranoid, and about one more comment away from a (violent) nervous breakdown. He'd already broken into an angry chirping fit at the last person who'd come in. Drake slumped against the wall and sighed; he wished that Jae Kyu or Cho were here, they'd know how to fix things.

{drake's shop, Diagon alley
afternoon
anyone who CAN/wants to help (you'll see)}

Drake was in his basement, experimenting with potions. He held two beakers above a third and was gently pouring them into the concoction he already had. A noise from upstairs startled him, and the contents of the two beakers got dumped in. Smoke began to rise from the mess, and it started bubbling. Drake took one look at it and mumbled, "Ohhhhhh, shiiiii..."


"Well, that *cheep* wasn't so bad *cheep*," he said, then stopped. "Cheep? Since when *cheep* do i sound like a *cheep* bird?" He waddled us way upstairs to find a mirror, nearly screaming when he saw the results of the mess. Drake had turned into a penguin. He hung his little head, and then realized that he needed help and fast. He began to waddle out of the store and down Diagon Alley, Rakkety and Rikki following the little bird that smelled like the one who fed them.

{when: daytime, mid-afternoon-ish
where: drake's store
who: any/everyone, attn cho}

(sung to the tune of 'the christmas song')
[poster's note: this parody is not meant to offend or be obscene or even be politically correct. it's just meant to be fun]
"Chester's nuts roasting in a forest fire
Jack Frost ripping off your nose
Yuletide carolers being pummeled by the mob
And folks beating up on Eskimos
Everybody knows, a turkey stuffed with mistletoe
Will help to cut the season short
Tiny tots, with their eyes all gouged out, will find it hard to wink tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of plastic eyeballs on his sleigh
And every mother's child is going to try
To see if reindeer really tasted good fried.
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 192
Although it's been said, many times many ways
Happy Halloeastermas to youuuuuuu"

Drake sang loudly as he danced around the small space behind the counter. He nearly backed into the racks behind him several times, making the fragile bottles and vials shake and rattle.

{where: ye olde potions shop
when: morningish
who: anyone, attn su, hermione}

"Haul out the holly;
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again.
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now.
For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute.
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen.
Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough." Drake sang as he hung up evergreen garland around his store. Rakkety sat on his shoulder, seemingly nodding along to the music while Rikki sat on the counter napping. He grinned; hiding under the counter was mistletoe, just in case that cute delivery guy happened to stop by.

{where: ye olde potion shop
when: lunchtime
who: any/everyone}

Drake flipped the OPEN/CLOSED sign to OPEN and perched behind the counter. He'd closed the shop for a week, since a few of his friends dragged him to the States for Thanksgiving. Being a vegetarian, he passed on the turkey, content with the stuffing and vegetables there.
Rakkety Tam and Rikki (his ferret and mongoose, respectively)sat off munching on the leftover turkey, while Drake contented himself with the leftover vegetarian cornbread stuffing. He made a mental note to make sure he invited them over for Christmas and started writing out a shopping list of things he'd need.

{where: drake's shop
when: morning
who: anyone, everyone}

Drake sat behind the counter, bouncing in his seat as he pulled another piece of candy from the rather large sack in front of him. He grinned; trick-or-treating this year had been quite good. A drawing pad sat off to the side, half-completed sketches decorating the pages. A mongoose and a ferret were curled up on top, trying to ignore the hyper Drake.
He tapped along to the song that was playing,'Irodori'. Jae Kyu'd gotten him hooked on Kodo, and he'd scoured muggle music stores to find more.



{Kodo is a japanese drum group, preserving traditional taiko drum music and composing their own. Their music, and the presentation, are amazing. search youtube for 'irodori' and watch it.}

{where: drake's still nameless shop
when: today, mid morning-ish
who: anyone, attn. cho}

A small basket of potions sat innocently on the counter, awaiting the delivery guy to come pick them up. Drake smiled a little, shuffling a Tarot deck a friend of his from Milliway's had given him as a graduation present.

{where: drake's store
when: same day as previous post, later on
who: anyone}

Drake stood outside and admired his handiwork. A poster saying "NAME THE STORE! Winner gets one week supply of a potion of their choice." hung in the window. "hope this'll work," he muttered, returning inside to continue his plans to annoy the Prophet author who'd maligned him.

{where: drake's shop (not named yet)
when: morning, couple days after the ministry 'interview'
who: anyone, attn. harry and cho}

Drake tossed the Prophet onto the counter. He glared at the blurb that'd been written about him, and began to plot how to annoy the author/ess of the piece. After all, he might be a Malfoy (in name only), but he was not Draco and was nothing like his twice-gods-damned idiot original.

[where: diagon alley
who: anybody, attn. Tonks
when: midday]

Drake (as he preferred to be called to distinguish himself from his late [and not missed] idiotic original) sat behind the counter of his store, musing quietly while he ground some herbs into a paste. It's taken a while, he thought, but i've stopped thinking of myself as 'Draco'. The now dark-blonde young man twitched slightly, remembering what Jae'd told him about what'd happened after Voldy's twice-gone-hooey spell had created him. He twitched again, more violently this time, as he thought about the mess that his idiot-of-an-original had left him in.
The bell by the door chimed softly and a delivery person walked in. A few minutes later, Drake was deep in conversation with said delivery person (a very cute and charming young man, Drake thought) and didn't notice the double-take of a now very nervous person outside the store.