Dsiclaimer: I'm planning on asking for Wizards for my birthday, so I don't own it... yet
A man in his early 30's, sporting a slight beard and a crew cut, made his way down Waverly Place. He had on a sharp black suit and carried a mahogany colored brief case in his right hand. In the other he held a faded paper which was blowing softly in the breeze. Written on that stationary was the address of Waverly Substation. The man slowed to a stop in front of the sandwich shop and glanced at the closed sign. He peered in through the door, but saw no one inside. He moved the paper to eye level and then walked a few steps further until he reached the door labeled 57. He turned the door knob and climbed the steps. At the top of the staircase, he saw a redhead who had wiped away a few tears and proceeded to give him a disturbing glare as she walked past. He acknowledged the woman with a nod and made his way to the yellow door at the end of the hallway. He placed the piece of paper inside his pocket and knocked lightly on the door. After a couple moments the door was opened by a dark haired, gray eyed man in his mid twenties.
"Can I help you?"
The suit clad man held up his briefcase. "I have come to return some of Alex Russo's belongings that were kept as evidence. There is no longer a need for these particular items. You are Mr. Justin Russo, correct?"
"You are right." The man handed over the briefcase and Justin walked over to the coffee table to set it down. He picked up the colorful scrapbook that had been lying there and replaced it with the briefcase.
"Do come in. I never got your name?"
"Jeffrey Seeley, but you can call me Jeff." Jeff shook hands with the younger man and sat down on the orange couch. He caught a glimpse of the scrapbook that Justin was putting away, "My condolences."
Justin nodded and asked, "So they no longer need any of these things?" He walked back to the coffee table and opened the case to examine the contents.
"Well, depending on what insight you can give me on this," Jeff picked up a green and blue journal titled 'Alex's property. Touch and you will be killed,' "I can decide whether it's still evidence or not."
"What insight could I give you on a journal that's not my own?" inquired Justin.
"You are mentioned quite a lot, and the majority of the content is very confusing. I was hoping you would be able to interpret some of it," responded the older man.
"I guess I can try. Anything to solve the case. Would you like tea?" asked Justin as he went to make himself some.
"No thanks, I'm not really a tea kind of guy." With that, Jeffrey Seeley opened the sacred property of Alex Russo, not even thinking about the consequences if she were to ever find out, and began to read.
"August 27th, 2011. Mom bought me this stupid journal and is pretty much forcing me to write in it, so I might as well name you, so I won't have to be writing to 'Journal', 'cause that's just lame. How about Pepe? That way I can get a laugh out of this lifeless thing. You are now named Pepe. Haha that is such a hilarious name. Which reminds me, I've got to plan my next prank on Justin.
Evil genius,
Alex Russo."
Justin sat down next to the man. "I remember that day. I had a major test coming up and needed to study, but Alex had other plans of course..."
Sorry it's short, but the next chapters should be longer.
Review, please! Any critisism is welcome.