~*•Baljeet's POV•*~ THWUMP, THWUMP, THWUMP. That's Aunt Mathilde stomping down the hallway to the cupboard under the stairs. Yes, that is where I sleep. I open the door in my pajamas and come to the kitchen, only to see my idiot cousin, Thaddeus. Aunt Mathilde shouts at me: "Cook the eggs, you lazy little pig! I want everything to be perfect for little sweetykins's birthday." , at the end of the sentence when she says "for little sweetykin's birthday" she starts petting Thaddeus in the most babyish way. I just ignore her and saunter over to the frying pans, greasy and sticky from Aunt Mathilde's disgraceful cooking. Thaddeus smirks at me in a very annoying manner. Even if it is his bloody birthday, I don't care. He doesn't deserve a birthday. Right then, I notice a very strange sizzling