Carpe Demon

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.

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).

"Thorn demons? That's your plan? Are you sure about that?"

"Well, I suppose if the Elders are being pricks, you might as well use demon ones against them."

"Of course I'm still in. You don't even have to ask me twice, buddy. I totally owe you for this year, plus it's all in the name of love. That's kind of my thing if you haven't been paying attention."

"All right, next weekend I'm there. I'll talk to Paige about taking me home for a visit. Don't worry, I won't tell her what's up."

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 had a busy night. Tired Drake was tired.

Drake totally wasn't napping during his office hours, really. He was just deep in thought.

Drake was in his office, working on outline for his final class.

He had 80's music cranked to 11. (That music coming from Anakin's office was...interesting, but not to his tastes.)

Drake was in his office, idly browsing the web for recipes. He wanted to cook a gourmet meal before he kicked the bucket, and cuisses de grenouilles a la creme was looking good.

Drake arrived at his office Thursday morning to find it filled with flowers. "HI DRAKE!" they said in cheery unison.

"So has the island decided to give flower power a try?" Drake said, making sure his chair was clear of flowers before he sat down. "I approve."

"PICK US AND GIVE US TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE!" a nearby gerbera daisy suggested, then sighed happily as Drake ruffled its petals.

"That may take awhile," Drake said. Then he grinned and asked, "So, do you little guys like to sing?"

"OH YES!" the flowers said happily.

Drake snapped his fingers and conjured up a CD player. "All right, pay close attention," he said. "Listen and learn, my floral minions. I'm going to teach you the best songs to sing."

The flowers cheered, then leaned in as Drake taught them his love song playlist, which included "Everything I do (I Do It For You)," "My Heart Will Go On," "I Will Always Love You," "The Wind Beneath My Wings," "Can't Smile Without You," "Hopelessly Devoted To You," "I Just Called To Say I Love You," "I Got You Babe," "Light Up My Life," "Tonight I Celebrate My Love," "Let's Get It On," "Love Me Tender," and, of course, "Kiss From a Rose."

Drake was in his office, playing Family Feud on Facebook. The occasional cry of "Oh, COME ON. Who comes up with these questions?" could be heard.

Drake was in his office, pondering...well, he was pondering several things. Like covering every object in Deadpool's office in tin foil. Or filling Anakin's with Cheetos. Or coating Ghanima's office in post-its. Or replacing Zoe's computer with a cardboard replica. Or maybe fill Paige's office with balloons. And there was always just filling the admin office with rats. But the trouble with April Fool's Day was everyone saw you coming. Better he should wait until, say, May 6. Now that would be a surprise.

Drake was in his office, deciding he desperately needed to see Lady Gaga in concert before he went tits up. It was a moral imperative.