Alex Russo enjoyed being the family wizard. Sure Justin also had powers, but that's only because that old coot Crumbs retired and gave Justin the job of headmaster.
And speaking of heads, the power had begun to go to Alex's. She was now living in a penthouse she bought with money she conjured up with a conjuring spell she devised so she could buy said apartment.
"I know, I'm a genius." Said Alex to you, the reader.
Today, she happened to be at the races, betting money. She knew full-well that she didn't have to do this, since she could just conjure up money at will now, but it was just too much fun to win.
"Come on, you dogs, faster!" she yelled, waving a raggedy two-week old issue of Variety furiously, urging the dogs on.
As this was going on, Professor Justin Russo, Alex's older brother, was eating a sandwich he ordered from Subway™ for lunch. Under his leadership, the school had undergone massive reforms, improving grade levels 86%, putting WizTech ahead of Wizard U on the west coast.
"It's good to be king…" Justin said to himself, munching on his sandwich. Just then, a tomato fell out of his sandwich and hit the ground, apparently creating a loud BOOM! and causing the entire castle to shake violently!
"What the…?" Justin asked, picking up the tomato, and dropping it again to see if the anomaly would repeat itself. BOOM! it did. "That's odd…" he muttered to himself, "I'll have to study the properties of this tomato—"
Just then the phone rang. He answered it.
"Hello, WizTech, Professor Justin Russo speaking." He said.
"Professor Russo," said the voice of Golorg D. Golorgi, the newly-elected head of the Wizard Council, "did you hear a loud boom?"
"Yes, Mr. Councilman, sir," said Justin, "it seems to have come from my tomato—"
"It wasn't your tomato you idiot!" Golorgi yelled. BOOM! more violent shaking.
"I see what you mean…" said Justin.
"I think we're being attacked, Russo!" said Golorgi suddenly.
"What!?" demanded Justin. "Sir, with all due respect, I don't believe that's possible. Who would attack us? Who could attack us?"
BOOM!
"I don't know," said Golorgi, "but whoever they are, they're operating a gigantic spaceship—that's now aiming for my office—OH MY GO—" BOOM! the phone went dead, and presumably so did Golorgi.
"Councilman Golorgi? Councilman Golorgi?" asked Justin, "Oh my God—he's been killed! But who? How? WHY?!—oh God, THE STUDENTS!" and he called an emergency evacuation to the school's old torture chamber turned fallout shelter. Thank you, Cold War! Justin thought as he herded the students in.
That night, Alex sat channel surfing when she came to the Magic channel.
"Attention! Attention!" said the TV, "This just in: the whole of wizarding society is under attack by an unknown foe. The attackers are aboard a gigantic spaceship that began its blitzkrieg about noon today by vaporizing several offices at Wizard Council headquarters."
"What?" Alex said, pausing and sitting up to watch more closely.
"The Wizard Council has mobilized the troops and is set to fight back full force and hopefully determine the reason for these attacks." The news report continued, "In the meantime, all wizards are instructed to keep a low profile to avoid being attacked or giving away locations of wizarding places of residence."
"Oh my gosh…" Alex said, eyes glue to the screen as she watched the mysterious ship attacking.