Synopsis: Alex learned her lesson when Gigi found her diary and tried to ruin her reputation. Now her fantasy world is in her dreams, in her head, where her secrets are safe. What happens when a certain big brother invades her dreamland?

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It's been a week since Gigi managed to manipulate Max into giving her Alex's journal, (it was easy, considering the younger Russo's endearing ignorance and his somewhat unhealthy obsession with the school's hellish queen bee.) and Alex has been in the lair since, studying. That's right, studying. She's been cracking every book in the place, trying to find a specific spell, though she wouldn't say what it was when asked. She even booby-trapped the entrance, so no one would disturb her. Justin had been shocked when he tried to go in and somehow ended up in Siberia.

The only person who managed to get in was Max, and that still surprised Alex. The boy thought that cheerios were tiny alien pods waiting to take you over, but he still managed to subvert Alex's spell work, thus proving beyond a doubt that yes, he does have a brain in his head.

He came in looking, as always, for the wand he constantly misplaced. Now, magic and Max are a dangerous combination, and it wasn't like Alex cared, she thought his hi-jinks were hilarious, and they always managed to piss off Justin, which was a plus. Still, she thought it prudent to ask why he needed it, and Max launched into an explanation she didn't really care to hear, something about marshmallow sandwiches, Kingdom Hearts, and Ryan Seacrest. He eventually found his wand, and left Alex alone. About five minutes later, there was the customary "MAX!," and Jerry's inane sputtering, which usually signals a bout of intense emotional discomfort.

At the moment, Alex was slamming a book closed in frustration. She had just been through every book in the lair, and she hadn't found the spell she wanted. That meant she would have to make it up. It wasn't that she minded, but things hadn't worked out too well the last time she did it.

She stared at her magic journal, which lay on the table in front of her.

"But keeping all my thoughts and secrets and fantasies written down is too dangerous," she said to herself, speaking her thoughts aloud as she often did in private.

"The best way to keep them safe is to keep it all in my head…" she thought some more. "I've got it!"

She opened her journal and pointed her wand at it. Smiling at her ingenuity, she began to chant the spell.

"Take this book, page by page and scene by scene, and transport it all into my dreams."

The book began to glow, a strange, yet comforting lavender color, and Alex watched as the ink and pastel and colored pencil seeped off the pages and into the wand. The glow disappeared, and the book sat, its pages empty. Now, Alex would have no idea if the spell worked until she fell asleep, but she was quite pleased herself. Heck, even Justin would be proud of her, she wagered, if he knew.

Alex shook her head; she had no idea where that had come from, but whatever. She picked up her old journal, turning it over in her hands. She'd probably use it for something trivial; a sketchbook maybe, a place to keep her art and prospective fashion designs. It seemed a waste to just chuck it away.

All she knew was that the magic journal would never again safeguard her thoughts.