(A/N: The most people have voted for a story about WoWP in the poll on my profile, so here you all go! I apologize if you wanted a Jalex, but I will be doing more of that in the future. For now, please enjoy this wacky two-shot.)

Disclaimer: I do not own WoWP or any related characters.

Alex Russo sat out on her balcony, sketching a beach scene. Drawing, and art, had been one of the few things she'd remained interested in over the years. Lately she'd been inspired by nature-y things, though she wouldn't let anyone know she was as soft as that.

I wonder if I should add umbrellas, or keep it simple? she wondered. Just as she decided to add one, though, the sliding door to the balcony was opened by her goody-goody know-it-all brother, Justin. There was no way she was letting him see her drawing! Quickly flipping the sketch pad to the cover, she jeered at her brother.

"What're you doing out here, smartie pants? Come to find a pigeon girlfriend?"

"......whatever, Alex. I'm only out here to tell you that dinner is ready."

Justin turned around and left in a bit of a huff. The relationship between the two siblings occasionally had its moments, but most of the time it was very strained.

Rolling her eyes, Alex stowed her art supplies in a safe place and left in search of food. She could smell it; the food was calling to her far too empty stomach. Alex never could decide whether she liked eating or drawing better, but she was content knowing she'd never have to choose.

"Mo-om, what are we eating?" Alex called. She poked around the kitchen, until her mother appeared and slapped her hand away from the muffin she was trying to sneak.

"Alex honey, you'll thank me one day. You should know better than to eat senselessly, it'll catch up with you in a few years" Theresa lectured.

"But I'm hungry" whined her daughter.

"That's what dinner is for. Everyone else should be in to eat in a minute, so you might as well stay put at the table. You know how it is; one person gets up in search of the others, and suddenly it's half an hour before the whole family is in the same room again." Theresa shook her head. Family life was certainly something, especially in a family of wizards.

The next day at school, Alex met up with her friend Harper.

"Did you hear about the new art teacher?" Harper asked excitedly. Alex shook her head no. "Well, she's supposed to be really good, and I think she specializes in drawing!" Harper was always quick to encourage her friend to be involved in things that wouldn't get her into trouble. Art was basically the only thing that had worked so far, and even that had somehow managed to land Alex in a few sticky situations.

"Huh. I'll have to see if she's worth my time" Alex mused.

Her experience with art teachers hadn't gone so well in the past. The one teacher she'd liked had turned out to be a sixteen-year-old girl trapped in an adult body, and her current art teacher was Mr. Laritate, of all people! He might've been the school principal, but it didn't stop his weirdo obsession with all things wild west. He irritated Alex too much of the time for her to truly enjoy art class.

With a shrug, Alex stalked off to her history class, where she planned on napping in the back row. Just as she got comfortable, though.....

*RIIIIINNNNG!*

"Ugh, that stupid bell!" Alex groaned. "How am I supposed to get enough beauty sleep with that THING?" Grumbling, she had gathered her things and was halfway to her next class when she remembered. Art was next. Time to see what Harper had been raving about.

Probably another dud she thought grimly. That's why she wasn't surprised when, upon entering the room, she saw absolutely no color.

"Good morning, class" said a woman who looked remarkably like she should be a librarian. Her voice fit that description as well, because she spoke in a hushed tone that made her sound like she was in a hospital.

Alex rolled her eyes, prepared for some wacko lecture. She wasn't disappointed.

"My name is Ms. Featherly. Today we are going to be focusing on black and white drawings" murmured the teacher. She walked slowly around the room. "Each of you has an easel with paper, a kneaded eraser, charcoal pencils, H pencils, and B pencils. These are your materials. Learn them. Know them. They are all you will be working with to capture the true essence of your chosen subject."

Ms. Featherly droned on almost the entire class, lecturing them on "using the right side of the brain", and most importantly, getting into "the zone." Of course Alex couldn't help but snort when she heard that one. Ms. Featherly seemed to be obsessed with it, saying that you could only get into the zone by complete concentration with no distractions and no talking.

Duh Alex thought. Anyone with half a brain, right OR left side, had to know that in order to produce a decent drawing you had to focus. This whole "zone" thing was weirding her out, but not enough to keep her from being deeply amused by it. Maybe art class wouldn't be a total waste if she could at least get a new target for jokes and such out of it.

"Class. Class!" Ms. Featherly was saying. Everyone had gotten up to leave because the bell rang, but their new teacher was trying to get their attention. She waved her arms around. "Give me five everyone, give me five!"

The class stared blankly at her. What?

"Give me five" she said patiently. "It means, when I say that and hold up my hand, you all need to hold up one of your hands too, to show me you're listening. Now, everyone needs to remember to draw, draw, draw until our next class. If you don't, you will never improve. Remember! Get into the zone!"

Alex and her classmates left the room in a daze. They had never had a more eccentric teacher; not even Mr. Laritate could top this woman. Draw draw draw....she hadn't even instructed them as far as hands-on work goes! It was all a big mish-mash of hokey jumbo! At least I already DO "draw draw draw" thought Alex. Hmm... draw....draw....draw....

Alex had been acting weird for weeks, and, as much as he hated admitting it even to himself, Justin was worried for his little sister.

She'd lost her pleasure for pranking, her appetite, and her sarcasm. These were VERY BAD signs. Alex without those things was like the world without the sun. It didn't make sense, and Justin didn't like it one bit. Even the happiness he got from being left alone all the time was starting to wear off. Sighing to himself, he resolved to find out whatever it was that was making her act that way and put a stop to it.

Justin walked out on the balcony, where he knew Alex would be. She was always there these days, and always drawing. While she had stopped doing her other activities, drawing was one she kept up constantly. More so than ever before.

"Hey....Alex?" Justin asked his sister hesitantly. She didn't look up from her drawing.

"Alex, can't I just talk to you for a minute?" he pleaded.

She looked up, but not at him. "You must leave me alone. I must have no distractions. I need to get into the zone, and I must not speak or I will never improve." Once this had been said, she turned back to her drawing.

"What the heck is wrong with you these days?!" Justin exclaimed. "You don't want to do anything but draw, all the time! That's not normal, and especially not for you."

She finally looked at him. "Drawing is important. I must draw. Please leave me at once."

Justin was startled by the look in her eyes. They were very dazed, like she was in a trance. However, he figured it was best not to push Alex when she was in a weird mood, so he left to go back inside the apartment.

As he entered into the kitchen, Justin bumped into his dad.

"Hey...dad? Have you noticed that Alex has been all quiet and obsessed with drawing lately?" he asked.

Jerry thought about it a moment. "Come to think of it, she has been rather well-behaved lately" he mused. "But I bet it's just one of her phases, she'll be fine. It's nice that you're concerned about your sister, though" he said smilingly.

"I'm not concerned" said Justin unconvincingly. Before his dad could disagree, he ran to the lair.

Well, while I'm here I might as well do some research he though, once he got there. Maybe there would be something about obsessive drawing?

"Drawing....drawing.....'D'....hey, here's something" he muttered, thumbing through a book called Methods of Hypnosis. There was a small section that described an obsession with drawing, or any kind of art, as being one of the possible side affects of hypnosis. The article stated it could only happen if certain magical creatures hypnotized a person, and once the person was hypnotized they would become obsessed with their art until they'd become part of one of their own pieces.

The creatures that could hypnotize were mostly unfamiliar to Justin, except....

"An elf? I knew they could pretty much make you do whatever, but....hypnosis? That's kind of weird" said Justin. He thought about it.....Was it even possible that Ms. Featherly was an elf?! He wouldn't know from seeing her, because he wasn't in an art class. He'd had to drop it to make room for all his other more important classes.

Maybe I'm being ridiculous and paranoid he thought. But at the very least, I can keep my eyes peeled for suspicious persons.

That week at school, Justin did keep his eyes peeled. However, it did him absolutley no good; no matter where he looked, the art teacher was not to be seen. He was going to have to resort to his last option. He was going to have to take one of her classes.

Luckily, Justin had a free period he usually used for studying that was at the same time as one of the art classes. It's against everything I've ever done to give up studying in favor of a subject I place little value in he thought. Oh well. Here goes nothing. He strode into the classroom.

No color at all? Am I in the right room? he thought. He had settled himself into a chair at the side of the room before he realized he'd walked right past the teacher. Hastily getting to his feet, he said "Please excuse me, I'm here to see if I'm interested in taking this class. I hope it's all right if I sit in today?"

The teacher gazed at him thoughtfully. "Yes, it is quite all right for you to be here. You may find you enjoy it. I am Ms. Featherly; what is your name, student?"

"J-Justin Russo" he stammered. She had such an odd voice! Like she was a fortune teller or something.

"Ah yes. I have your sister in one of my classes. She is....a joy." Ms. Featherly leered at him creepily. Justin squirmed a little where he stood. She seemed to notice this, if not the reason why, and said "You may resume your seat." He did as he was told.

As the other students filed in, Justin pondered the situation. She doesn't seem like an elf....but that doesn't mean anything, they're pretty good at disguises. And her voice gives me the creeps. She could be using it to brainwash the kids. Looking around, he thought, wow! They all seem so out of it! Maybe I'm not used to being in classes that aren't AP, but I'm fairly sure normal kids don't act like zombies.

"Give me five, everyone" Ms. Featherly said. The students all raised five fingers in front of them, looking dazed. "Good. Is everyone ready to get into the zone?" "Yes, Ms. Featherly" said the class as one. Ugh! They sound like robots! Justin thought.

Throughout the class, it was Justin's opinion that things never got any better than the beginning. It was dead quiet, and everyone worked silently on their black-and-white drawings. There wasn't much for Justin to do, as someone merely observing. Ms. Featherly had offered him a project to start, but he had politely declined, saying he preferred to watch since he would theoretically only be there one class. "We'll see about that" Ms. Featherly had said.

Later that day, Justin looked around the house to find Alex and confront her about the drawing thing. She was spending way too much time working on projects, and not enough time- well- living. She hadn't been this bad since Mason. There was one problem, though: Justin couldn't find Alex anywhere. He was about ready to give up when he went to check the last place, the lair.

"Alex, Alex are you in here?" he called. Then he spotted her sitting on the couch.

"Alex, I've been looking everywhere for you and I wanted-" he started. What stopped him was the sight of his sister. She looked half-dead, clumsily holding her pencil and shading in a drawing of a medieval castle. Her eyes were glassy, her clothing wrinkled, and her hair frizzy, but nothing disturbed Justin so much as her continuous chant of "Draw......draw......draw......"

"Alex!" Justin cried. "There is something seriously wrong going on here, and you HAVE to tell me what it is!"

She did not respond, just kept staring at her drawing like she wasn't aware of anything else in the world.

"Oh no, this is not good, no this is not good at all" Justin muttered. "DAD!" he yelled. There was no answer, so he ran out into the sandwich shop.

"DAD!" he yelled again, attracting odd glances from the customers. Still, there was no sign of Jerry, but after hearing his yells Theresa came running.

"Justin, mijo, is everything all right?" she asked, concerned.

"Ah.....everything's fine, mom" Justin lied. He really did not want to get his mother upset over yet something ELSE magical. "But, uh, have you seen dad?" he tried to ask casually.

"Your father is out doing some grocery shopping at my request" his mother said suspicously.

"Oh....ok" said Justin, and he bolted off to the upstairs. "MAX!"

(A/N: End part one!)