drake / six feet under

[arcadia adelita monroe]

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arcadia spent far to long, sitting at that desk in hogsmeade for her own good. there was nothing she liked more than getting out of that office, and into the fresh air. her red hair was pinned back that day in a high pony tail, and she was talking to her quick notes quill so she could finally get this artcile finished. it had been a long week, with articles about hexed objects making its way onto her desk, and others needing her to go into the field to get some interviews done. she would then relay the news to someone who could use it on the wireless network. it was just another average day for her, but she found herself drifting off and distracting herself by the window that led out into the open of hogsmeade. she was on the third floor of the building, that towered over hogsmeade, it was a relatively new building, a place where she found herself completely relaxed, and out of the way from everyone, and everything. the issue with it was, she was craving the outside world, she was craving the fresh air, and the wind blowing through her fiery red hair. Instead, she was sitting here, staring out the window just wishing she could be out there.

it had been like this for a while, each and every day was the same problem, the same issue, sitting behind a desk. after school, she'd been on the bridge about what she wanted to do as a career, and she had been preoccupied by a certain male at times as well, which obviously was not helping with her decision of what to do as a career, and what kind of path she wanted to take. after much consideration, and deliberation, she'd finally found herself settling on journalism, something that had highly interested her throughout her school years, and kept her interest. still, she wasn't sure it was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. she'd been considering leaving for a while, or applying for a different job, seeing if she could get higher up in the industry. she had been more focused on herself than anything, particularly the area of her life that involved her love life.

her love life hadn't been all that exciting since the end of her relationship, with on and off long term boyfriend. her experience with drake was well.. long term at the least. they'd shared this on and off relationship since their days in hogwarts, but with conflicting personalities, and life styles they were pretty much doomed from the beginning. she wanted her career, she was set on making this happen, and he didn't exactly fit into the picture - especially when they could barely make it past the two year mark. how were they ever going to have a life together? it had been quite a while since she'd seen him, or even had a conversation with him, and maybe that was what was bugging her more lately. she craved him at times, there would be instances where he'd completely take over her mind - she'd been on dates and actually said his name instead of their name, and that was definitely a big issue in her eyes. an audible sigh escaped her lips, and she found herself once more slumped over her desk, staring at the quill which hovered over the paper, waiting for her to dictate, instead she grabbed it and stuffed it into the drawer slamming it shut as she slumped into the table, resting her head on her arms.

[drake caspian alastor]

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' ' Drake's life had never been the easiest little slice of heaven but the one place he lucked out with was who his family consisted of. Yes, him and his brother maybe criminals. Yes, their father may have committed suicide in Azkaban but when his father was with them? He was a good man, hard working, poor but a good father and a good man who despite being desperate to help his family financially, still refused to world for Voldemort and his cause. Their mother was sick and aging but no one loved them like she did. His brother may be a douche at times but Drake and him were best friends and his little sister was someone he would kill for. Drake had a good family life. He had a good family. He never had to deal with the type of disgusting abusive home life his on and off girlfriend, Arcadia had to deal with. it was the system that had screwed him out of everything, out of his family's happiness and their livelihood... of his father's life. He had a hard time caring about anything else when people tried to defend the law and the justice system. What justice was there in sending an innocent man to prison without a trial? What justice was in allowing him to commit suicide because the guards at the prison literally suck the happiness out of your soul? That wasn't justice. It was corruption. And in a world seething with pure corruption, what other choice did Drake have to help his family? He needed to become just as corrupt.

So yes, he may extort a person here or there, and sure, his pawn shop is mostly a cover for him to run a black market stand but he made good money, he kept his mother safe and in a nice home. He kept his sister with new school books and supplies every year and a roof over their heads. That was good enough for him. That and there was one more person he cared for. He always cared for her. He had ever since they were children. They grew up in the same dingy run down neighborhood. But while his family was loving, her father was abusive, incredibly so. She would come over to the house, sneaking in at times and just hang out with them, hide out more like it. But Drake never minded, he had always wanted to protect her. Always. He and her grew into very different people though, but they were drawn to each other. It's just how it was. And although he was not a large fan of the fact that she has seen him when his hearts showing, he had seen her at her weakest as well. Her name was Arcadia Monroe. Or Cady as he always called her and he was on his way to pop in and chat with her at the moment. Catch up, old times and all that jazz.

She was a radio host in Hogsmeade, a journalist of sorts. He quite liked being able to turn on the radio and hear her voice although since the station used magic to run and not actual radio waves as a muggle set up would do, he did have to wonder if it was properly named. But no matter. He kept his hands in his pockets after he locked up the shop Alastor Moons before heading out for the station. As he walked he had a hard time forgetting the last time they were together. Drake dated a lot, he had no problems whatsoever getting willing women but he never stayed committed. Cady though? They had their problems that kept showing up time and again but he never, and I mean never cheated on her. When he was around her, she was the only woman he had eyes for. But you couldn't blame him. You should have seen her. He walked into the building before finding her office. A small smirk played on his lips as he saw her with her head in her hands on the table, "Well, well, what's got your knickers in bunch, love?"

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