(A/N: Yeah I don't know why I started a third story when I haven't finished the previous two other than the fact that I might be a masochist.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place. If I did they wouldn't be able to show it on the Disney Channel.
Justin busily leafed through a spell book, enjoying both the smell of the ancient paper as well as the feeling of fragility in his hands. He loved these old books, not only for the aesthetic value, but for the hidden lore they contained. Each page was a gateway to a new bit of information, a new spell or a new secret that would bring him closer to understanding all of magic. He was deep in one of his favorite fantasies that was ever present in the back of his mind. In it he imagined himself becoming the youngest wizard to obtain a seat at the Wizard Council. He knew it was possible because he was the youngest wizard to complete his magical training in the last 100 years. Additionally he was the youngest Monster Hunter in the history of Monster Hunters as well as being the youngest wizard to ever create a spell. The Council was another goal that could be accomplished with a lot of hard work, a lot of willpower and just a touch of luck. He could imagine the glorious white beard he would be allowed to possess as well as the prestige and accolades that would go along with it. He could imagine the look of pride in his father's face. The look of acceptance on his mother's. He mentally chuckled at the look of incomprehension on Max's face as Justin mentioned joining the Wizard Council, and he could almost hear Max questioning why anybody would want to join a Lizard Council. And finally the look on Alex's face would be...a sneer of derision. Stars and stones, even in his head, she plagued him and ruined his fun. He could see her rolling her eyes as she mocked him for joining what she would term an old nerd's club. Fortunately before the fantasy turned into his desire to wipe that imaginary smirk off her face in disturbing ways, he heard Harper's cry of distress.
He indulged himself for a second. Gently closing the centuries old tome in front of him, he gently thumped his head against the desk in front of him. The quick spike of pain caused by the contact between his skull and the polished wood cleared his mind quickly of his fantasies, both the prosaic as well as the sexual one that had been forming, as well as communicated his frustration to the universe at large for dragging him into these situations. He slid his chair back, and strode towards in the location where he had heard Harper, making sure not to run. Panic would not improve whatever new dilemma Max or more likely Alex had caused. As he took the stairs down to the living room, he heard Harper footsteps echo on the metal staircase as she ran up from the Sub Station. She was immediately followed by another set of steps that he imagined was his brother. As she nearly bumped into him on the stairs, he put out his hands on her shoulder to prevent her not only from ramming into him, but to also prevent her from falling backward at the sudden decrease in her velocity. As soon as she saw who was holding on to her, she stared sputtering furiously. Unfortunately due to her agitation, the only words that were comprehensible were "Alex...Max...magic...book...help." As she finished the last word, and stood there panting, Max appeared behind her with a fatuous grin on his face that simply confirmed to Justin that his brother had once again done something with magic that made sense only in the confines of Max's illogical mind.
As soon as she got her breath back, Harper once again tried to communicate the dilemma to him. Putting his hand on Harper's mouth to block the unending flow of unintelligible words, he stated "Calm down and tell me the problem, Harper." Harper tried to compose herself, and explain to him what exactly had happened but her agitation did not make the recital much more understandable. All he got out of her sentences was the facts that Harper had unintentionally been reading one of Alex's old Wizard storybooks, Alex had tried to warn her, Max had gotten involved and now Alex was trapped in said fairy tale.
Again, Justin closed his eyes and silently entreated to the universe forced him to continually clean up after his sister. "Max, why did you... Never mind." he stated, immediately knowing an answer from his sibling would not only not make sense, it might confuse him further. "Max, give me your wand. Harper, take this and keep it away from him so he doesn't make the situation worse, and keep an eye on Max, I'm going to have to go save Alex." He handed Harper the wand, he had just taken from his brother. He could see his Max's features form into a sulk, but he would deal with that if and when he got back. "Which tale where you reading, Harper when this all occurred?" At the mention of Cinderella, Justin turned to the appropriate page and started reading. The book started glowing brighter and brighter, and just when the light became almost unbearable, it faded and he found himself back in his room. Immediately a voice started yelling from downstairs, "JUSTIN FELLA, YOU COME DOWN HERE AND FINISH YOUR CHORES OR YOU'RE IN TROUBLE!"