The Wizards Return: Alex Vs. Alex Direct

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 Russo family’s lair felt colder than usual. The air shimmered with residual magic—the kind that lingers after a High Wizard makes a decision they can't take back. The Wizards Return: Alex vs. Alex

Alex tucked her wand into her boot and picked up a stray marshmallow. "Just a little self-reflection, Justin. Want a snack?" The Other Alex stepped into the light

"It’s called being a person," Alex snapped, standing up. "I thought I got rid of you." Being 'Good Alex' is exhausting, isn't it

She launched a dark binding spell, black ribbons of energy snaking toward Alex’s limbs. Alex dodged, rolling behind the counter. She knew she couldn't out-power her darker half—that side of her thrived on raw, unchecked magical force. She had to out-Alex her.

"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?"

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