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Chapter One – Alex

I sat alone in my room. My eyes stared blankly into space. I rubbed my arm where Harper had washed away the ink.

Being positive? I needed that. I just, well, it had been nice not worrying about it for a little while. I kept going over what happened in my head.

Idiot! You idiot! You were the one who threw Justin's wand away trying to get the stupid necklace down! It's all your fault!

Justin hadn't said anything. But I knew he hated me now. If it hadn't been for my stupidity Juliet and Mason might still be fine. I would be with my werewolf boyfriend, double dating with my brother's vampire girlfriend. Not that I would want him on the date, he was my brother.

I looked at the magic marker. The thing rested on the floor. I wanted to use it, to feel free of it again. I knew Justin was using it. There was absolutely no way he was as happy as he was acting without magical help. I had seen him with it when Juliet was missing.

I summoned the marker and looked at my arm. What's the use? It will just wash off later anyway.

I knew I couldn't go back to the stupid Positive Alex that had been cheerleading back at school. So I wrote "don't feel bad" on my arm. I didn't feel bad, just, well, empty. I looked at the thing. "Darn you marker. You are no help."

I considered what was wrong. Maybe I need to be doing something instead of just sitting around. Not a usual opinion from me, but I was ready to try anything.

I wrote the words "do something helpful" on my arm. And I sat back in bed, feeling much better.

Then I had an idea. I could use magic on Juliet and Mason!

I got up and raced out of my room and down into the Lair. I was alone, except for Max, and he wouldn't pose any problem. Naturally, he was attempting to eat a potted plant.

We looked at each other.

"Max, what are you doing?" I really didn't want to know the answer to that, but I couldn't easily scheme with Max in the way. I needed him distracted. Well, more distracted than usual.

"I heard a woman at the grocery store saying that tomatoes were best fresh. So I thought, why not eat them as fresh as possible." He smiled as he said it.

Fresh as possible? "You know, Harper was mentioning the same thing to me last night. Maybe you should go talk to her about it?"

"About what?" Max put on his thinking face. This was usually a troubling sign.

"Oh, just go talk to Harper!" I said exasperatedly. He nodded. "Fine, fine, I'm going." And he left the room.

I sighed with relief and started searching the Lair for the right book. After a few moments I was sitting on the couch reading the details of the spells that might be helpful. For some reason I didn't find myself hating it this time. But there was no time for that. I was doing something helpful.

I thought of the body switching spell, would that one work? I was worried about it being recalled a while ago but I couldn't find the wizard memos relating to it.

Simple enough, you just switch their bodies with someone else. Maybe Gigi, she deserves to be a hag. Who should I find for Mason? I'll think of someone.

"Too bad they won't be happy with it. Or will she?" I said to myself. I smiled and wondered what mind control spell to use. The spell TJ used on his parents would probably work, but Justin might see through it. Justin would almost certainly have deep moral objections to the idea for me to ignore.

"Why don't I have, oh…" I looked down at my arm. "Right, the magic."

This would make things more difficult. In my excitement I had forgotten about the fact that no one would accept my solution. I would have to be sneaky, very sneaky, to do this right. Good thing I was an evil genius.