Blue eyes and raven hair, the Avery twins have always been exceptionally similar. Holding themselves with a severe grace, identical glances of distaste plastered upon their faces, they were also quite petulant children as well. It wasn’t quite their faults, children learn by observing and their parents weren’t the best role models, but they did have a sense of superiority from the very beginning. It was clear to them that they were very important to this world, and that despite their age (5), they should be taken seriously.
Now any parent can tell you that trying to control a five year old is hard enough, but add a little involuntary magic and a lot of voluntary willpower and you get the absolute terrors that were Tyron and Alaina Avery.
Vanishing dress shoes, banging doors, random fires, magical traps, loud noises that would set the house-elves squealing. They delighted in these games, and frustrated the nannies to no end. Tiny poltergeists, able to appear in one room and then another with a loud crack vibrating in the air. Their parents for their part never paid their children much mind. They were nuisances, only important later in life where they could be married off for power or take over the business. The twins were raised by disheartened nannies that they outsmarted, one after the other.
Of course, matters got better with time. They both calmed down, lost their neediness, lost the longing for their parents to notice them. Alaina and Tyron had learned an important lesson. They simply didn’t matter much to their parents.
This animosity has festered throughout the years, building into something the entire family can’t quite explain and keep hidden from the outside world. The Averys have always been private, and the twins are no different. They’re not going to cry about their family issues anytime soon. Alaina has given up trying to connect with her parents because as far as she’s concerned, Tyron is all the family she needs.
