... No. She just has a severe pumpkin allergy and is morally opposed to tanning.

[The smart aleck thing just comes to easily to Alex. But she doesn't snort afterwards, so she's not intending the snark this time. Instead, she's moved into the lair and is rummaging around noisily.] Hang on, I remembered her dad gave me this stupid book forever ago.

[A stack of tomes crash to the floor on her foot. She silently screams, then starts beating the pile with what was left on the shelf--oh! what she was looking for. Blow off the dust:] Rare Marvels: The Majesty of Mystic Vampire Magic.

Well, gee, that's convenient! And not the least bit melodramatic in any way.

What kind of things are they throwing? Like... elements or just energy? What color is it?