It's a little shorter than I would normally write but I just want to see if anyone will actually read this. R&R please.

And by the way, I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place.

"You snooze you lose." Justin snickered as I sat down at the breakfast table to find the last of the waffles gone. He'd obviously gotten up at too-early-oh-clock for his pre-school study session or whatever nerdy activity he takes part in. At least I have a life, seriously.

Max sat silently working his way through a bowl of some chocolate covered something or others. You know the type, those mass produced, sugar coated, lame excuse for a cereal O's. Evidently the toy had not been satisfactory enough which would explain Max's silence. Nice to know there's still a kid inside.

Mom placed a box of revolting muesli besides the orange juice, expecting me to eat it. What is this – the middle ages? I pulled an obviously disgusted face and took out my wand. Nothing like a little magic to kick start the day. I'm thinking a plate of waffles, no better still, a stack of pancakes. Mmm…

"Makus pancak-"

"Alex! You know the rules." Mom said, "No magic at mealtimes."

"What is the point of being a wizard if I can't even use magic?" I muttered, not as silently as intended.

"What did you-"she began but the doorbell cut her off. It was Harper in her creative attire as usual. Today's outfit was centred on daisies. Really, Harper. Daisies.

I would say something but something in her expression told me not to. She doesn't look as peppy as normal.

Weird. Oh well, not my problem.

"C'mon Harper" I said and dragged her out of the Substation to school. Though usually, she's the one doing the dragging.

Once we were out of sight of the parental unit, I zapped us to school. Harper didn't even object this time. Also unusual. I vowed to investigate the case of the Unhappy Harper. Although I could just use magic and some truth spell, it was going to be a slow week and I needed a kick out of something.

I pulled her behind some lockers. Something was definitely up with her, and I have to find out. Or else…well, actually, I don't really know what else but it sounded cool to say.

"Harper" I whispered, to avoid the attention of the student body, "What is up with you today? You know you can tell me, right. I mean, we're practically sisters." Uncharacteristically sweet for me but she was evidently too frazzled to respond to my normal methods.

"I c-can't."

"Harper?"

"They know. I can't. I-"

"Who knows? What do they know? You're not making any sense!" By this time I was frustrated. She was burbling nonsensical rubbish and what I needed is an answer.

"I c-can't."

"Yes, you can. Spit it out. What's up?"

Harper slid to the floor, and in the process ruining her daisy, er, costume, though I'm sure she was past caring. She started rocking and muttering "She knows. They know" over and over. A small crowd of students had gathered to witness the spectacle that is Harper. I admit, it was quite compelling to watch but confusing too. Who was she and who were they? And what was it that was so important that they new, but by her fright, were not supposed to know. Also, why couldn't she tell me? Was she captive by these unknown people. The more unanswered questions there were, the more her act scared me. I could see other people getting a little creeped out, however, some were laughing. If only I could laugh along too and pretend it was all just some show.

"Harper, get up. People are staring" I hissed.

She ignored me and continued. "She knows…they know...she knows...they know" Her rocking remained consistent too.

Urgh, where's Justin when you need him?

Review please! Much love, Lucie (: