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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.
"Marshmallows? Really?" the double sneered, teleporting behind her. "You’ve gone soft."
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
"What is this?" the double hissed, trying to pull her weapon back.
"A headache?" the double shouted back, conjuring a giant mallet. With a blinding flash of purple light, the
The Evil Alex flicked her wrist. A bolt of jagged violet energy shattered a nearby jar of dragon scales.
"You're right," Alex yelled over the sound of exploding potion bottles. "I am soft! I care about people! And do you know what that gives me?" She felt heavy
"It’s not a cage," Alex said, walking toward her, wand lowered. "It's an invitation. I spent my whole life trying to be 'better' or 'worse,' or whatever Justin told me I was. But I’m the Family Wizard because I’m both of us."
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