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𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

Eleanor sat beside Max in the lair, arm around him and stroking Mirage's fur. Along with Alex, they were bringing pictures to life as part of their own magic lesson, except for Justin; who had been writing down on his notepad. The brunette thought the spell was rather interesting; considering what you could learn from the people in the paintings. "So, you kids are telling the babe that hot dogs is bad for you?" The 1920's baseball player said. "Well, what's a fella eat for breakfast?" "Beef jerky and a bowl of syrup. I call it...beef jerky and a bowl of syrup." Max stated. "Remind me to plan your meals." She whispered to the boy.

"Alex, put him back in the picture before Dad gets here." Justin instructed his sister. Of course, he wasn't fond of his sister's misuse of magic, as usual. "Oh, come on, Justin. If he was Obi-Wan Kenobi, you'd be all into it." Mirage spoke up. "Life-size Obi-Wan Kenobi...I'll be right back." Justin replied, before going to run out. However, his idea was halted by Jerry, who had come in to start their lesson. He waved to the baseball player, but a second look made him confused. It only took a few seconds to know who caused this. "Alex, what did we say about taking people out of pictures?" The father questioned. "We say 'Yay, hooray. Alex is so fun and creative.'" 

"Babe, always a pleasure. I am a big fan." Jerry turned to the player. "Now, put him back in the picture." "Fine. Pictures and faces, return to your place...oh, I don't know the rest." Alex realised. "You need to know the exact time and place to finish the spell." Jerry clarified. "I need to know stuff? Justin's department."

"Yankee Stadium, 1929."

"Wow, you even make sports not sound cool."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, as she continued to stroke Mirage. The cat was always a sucker for her cuddles. "Pictures of faces, return to your places. Yankee Stadium, 1929." Alex casted on the baseball player, and like that, he was back into the picture; bat raised and ready to hit the shot. "Okay, now, today's lesson is about making an object pass through something solid. Justin, say 'Go Through Mothru' on my hockey stick." Jerry held up a hockey stick to him. "Okay, Go Through Mothru." Justin casted. "Now, my hockey stick is charmed. Watch." The four watched closely; Jerry taking the stick and putting it right through Max. "That tickles, stop, stop!" Max giggled. 

"Ooh, let me try!" Alex grabbed the hockey stick, putting it through the boys and Eleanor; making them laugh. She then went to chase her dad around with it.

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Eleanor held tightly onto her satchel; her larger one, to her usual small one. She was on a school trip with Justin and Alex, at an art exhibit, that was for their grade. The girl had hidden Mirage in it, since she wasn't fond of art and needed some distraction. "God, it's stuffy in here." His voice came from the bag. "Well, live with it!" Eleanor whisper-yelled at him. "Ugh, thanks for coming, Eleanor. I needed someone here to help me." Alex groaned, walking beside her. "You made me come here."

"I did not force you."

"You came to my locker, went on your knees, and begged like a little girl."

"Look, I just need to pass this, so I don't go to summer school!" Alex complained. Eleanor rolled her eyes and put an arm around her friend, as they approached the art section. "Hello, Miss Marinovich...Mr Kiss-Up-Ovich." Alex muttered the last part to Justin. Her friend just wacked her on the shoulder, as if telling her to be quiet. "I'm here, as you can plainly see. No getting around the fact that I am here; feel free to put a little check by my name 'cause I'm here." Alex continued to speak with the teacher.