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.
Alex didn't turn. "I'm not bored. I'm brooding. There’s a difference." The Wizards Return: Alex vs. Alex
"A reason to win!" Alex pointed her wand at the ceiling. “Rain and thunder, lightning and mist, bring back the pieces that I missed!” Alex Russo sat on the steps of the
"I don't need to defeat you," Alex whispered. "I need to control you." But she also had the "Other Alex"—the manifestation
"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."