The Wizards Return: Alex Vs. Alex File

"Hey! That’s for Max’s science project—which he’s actually trying to pass!" Alex pulled her wand.

Alex tucked her wand into her boot and picked up a stray marshmallow. "Just a little self-reflection, Justin. Want a snack?" The Wizards Return: Alex vs. Alex

"Let’s settle this," the double challenged, her smile widening. "Full power. No Mason to save you, no Harper to cry on. If I win, I take the wand and the title. You can go back to being the 'nice' girl who works at the substation." "Just a little self-reflection, Justin

"What is this?" the double hissed, trying to pull her weapon back. No Mason to save you, no Harper to cry on

"A reason to win!" Alex pointed her wand at the ceiling. “Rain and thunder, lightning and mist, bring back the pieces that I missed!”

With a blinding flash of purple light, the double dissolved into smoke, spiraling back into Alex’s chest. The lair went silent. Alex stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the table. She felt heavy. She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to dye Harper’s clothes neon green. She smiled. She was back.

Alex Russo sat on the steps of the wizard substation, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the silver surface of the family cauldron. She was the Family Wizard. She had the robes, the power, and the responsibility. But she also had the "Other Alex"—the manifestation of her own selfish, chaotic impulses that she had cast out during the battle in Italy. "You look bored," a voice drawled from the shadows.