Xero sat in his dormitory, enjoying the silence that indicated the absence of his twin. It bothered him that they were hardly children any longer, but his twin insisted on acting like a fool. Certainly he considered the two of them close, but he could not even explain why. He supposed he found his brother somewhat charming, despite his buffoonery. Shaking the distracting thoughts from his head, he returned his attention to the book of necromancy in front of him. This particular volume wasn't necessarily restricted, but the librarian clearly did not approve of his borrowing it. It worried Xero little - he would pursue his interest in necromancy regardless of what the faculty had to say.But these thoughts simply brought him back to Zeerah. Xero hesitated on taking down some notes, his pen - Xero never bothered with pencils, for he never made mistakes - hovering over the page. For now, Zeerah seemed to shrug off his twin's interest in the forbidden magic, assuming it was just a hobby. As they grew older, would Zeerah grow distrustful of his twin? Would he condone or condemn him? Obviously Xero would pursue the arts regardless, but it did bother him somewhat. This was curious; nothing usually bothered the serious young freshling. This inner turmoil barely lasted a few moments, however, as he returned to his studies.
It was at this moment his twin returned from his pranking, grinning at his serious brother. "Sup Ghoul, still got ya nose in that book?" Zeerah asked playfully, walking over to his desk. Xero did not bother responding; any fool with two eyes could see that was the case. "One day I'll get ya to come pull some tricks with me, bro. I swear it." Zeerah chimed, mock-seriously. "Doubtful," Was Xero's only response. Zeerah shrugged and flopped on the bed as his twin returned to the book. Yes, he was certain in his conviction now. He knew the path he would take, and no one would stop him; not even Zeerah.
