A/N: "They are in no particular order. First off, the number 27 means something to me and I suppose there is no need for further explanations on that matter. Second of all, writing about Drake and Horvath is quite an interesting subject to write on for me. And lastly, I've never done a fanfic like this before so it's a challenge. R&R"

Disclaimer: "Disney has all the rights to Sorcerer's Apprentice 2010 including the characters and so is everything else. There is nothing of them which is mine and no money has been gained in the making of this fan fiction."

- Drake & Horvath 27 Things -

1. Famous

Horvath stepped out of the car and cast his gaze on the building that was supposedly New York University. Somehow he might find something inside about where the Prime Merlinian would be hiding, since after his encounter with the boy back at the apartment, there was no way the boy would be stupid enough to go back there. Besides, wherever the boy may be settling Balthazar Blake would be there, and so will the Grimhold.

The ancient Morganian then glanced back to the car where he expected his minion, Drake Stone, would be out as well and would join him inside. But when he looked up, he saw a half-dozen people surrounding the illusionist, papers and pens in hand, asking for Drake's autograph. Again with these fans...

"Thank you. I appreciate it. Watch my shows, alright? Thank you," Drake was saying to his fans, most of which were teenage girls.

Horvath cleared his throat loudly. "Drake," was all that he said. Not that he needed to say anything more.

The illusionist looked up to the ancient and nodded once, the smile on his face faded. "Sorry, loves. Got to go. I'm with the grumpy old man over there, and he ain't such a patient man," he said to his fans and joined Horvath after he waved his hand goodbye to the giggling girls.

"Those fans of yours seem to be following you wherever you go," commented Horvath with a quick jerk of a head to the direction where the said fans that he was referring to just went off.

"Hey," said Drake, raising his arms to his side with a big smile on his face, "that's what you get when you're famous here in New York."

Shaking his head to the fact that he was stuck with the worst associate he had ever have, Horvath turned to make his way in entering the university and said, "I'm just relieved we don't have those...what you call it? Those people who have cameras with them and takes pictures of famous people?"

"Paparazzi," answered Drake.

"Yes, that," nodded Horvath. "I'm relieved we haven't encountered one of those around."

"Oh, but we'll be having some."

Turning around sharply, Horvath gave Drake a questioning look on his face.

"I saw some over there at the corner of the first block," Drake jerked a thumb towards the general direction. "They'll be flockin' all over me when we get out. They already caught sight of me. Don't worry. I'll handle it. Happens a lot."

Although Drake gave him a reassuring smile and a pat at the back, Horvath was unsuccessfully reassured, as he shook his head and murmured to himself in as low as a voice as he could, "Why didn't I just had a powerful beggar as a minion?"