The Wizards Return: Alex Vs. Alex -

"You can't delete a part of yourself, Alex. You just archived me." The evil double leaned against the Wizard Portal. "The Wizard Council thinks you're perfect now. But we both know the truth. You didn't win that fight in Tuscany because you were 'good.' You won because you were smarter. And I’m the one who handles the 'smart' stuff."

The Other Alex stepped into the light. She looked identical, save for the predatory glint in her eyes and the fact that she was wearing the leather jacket Alex had "lost" three years ago. "You’re brooding because you miss me. Being 'Good Alex' is exhausting, isn't it? Checking in with Justin, keeping Max from turning himself into a toaster... it’s beneath us."

The portal hummed, and Justin stepped through, looking frazzled. "Alex! I felt a massive surge of dark magic. Is everything—" He stopped, looking at the smashed jars and the marshmallow-covered floor. "What happened?" The Wizards Return: Alex vs. Alex

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.

"It’s called being a person," Alex snapped, standing up. "I thought I got rid of you." "You can't delete a part of yourself, 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."

Instead of an attack, a massive mirror appeared between them. The Evil Alex swung the mallet, hitting her own reflection. The glass didn't break; it rippled like water. But we both know the truth

"Marshmallows? Really?" the double sneered, teleporting behind her. "You’ve gone soft."