The toddlers were awake, and they were the first of the Goths to consider having a sibling rivalry against eachother. Both Pandora and Violetta have a mutual hate for eachother, which, for Pandora, was when Cassandra picked Violetta over her as the favourite twin last night. Pandora continually told Violetta to move out of her section of the room and not not go on her bed, both of which Violetta had timidly agreed to, even though she didn't really like people going against her, for unspecified reasons. She disliked being disliked by others, and Pandora knew that fact about Violetta. Pandora shoved Violetta out of her way, and began marking her territory with cardboard streaked with aqua lines, which she felt was perfect to show Violetta who was boss, and then she stumbled over to her huge cat teddy bear that Cassandra and Bella had both teamed up to heave out of the broom closet near the stairwell. She babbled to it about how much she disliked Violetta and how she got every slice of attention that the twins got ever since the were born, and then added that she thought Violetta was dumb and deserved to be taken away. She waddled away from the cat teddy and threw a tantrum so Cassandra would carry her downstairs and feed her some lolly snakes, which she liked to eat as many as she could. Cassandra sighed, and lifted the annoying toddler up, placed the, now wriggling, toddler in her highchair and then began making her chicken nuggets, which she prayed, for the fifty zillionth time, that Pandora wouldn't slap off her highchair bench.Cassandra smelt the chicken nuggets, smiled, walked over to Pandora's highchair, gave her the chicken nuggets and watched her eat them, hoping in vain that she didn't slap them off the highchair bench. She filled Pandora's sippy cup with milk, calmly walked over, and placed the milk filled sippy cup on the high chair tray table with a hopeful smile on her lips, which sent a message to Pandora that she hoped it wasn't going to waste. The Goths were one of those strange families that, although characterised as depressed beings, actually smiled and had a hell of a lot of fun in their lives, whether they wanted to admit this as the truth, or not, of course, for either was possible.
Violetta was upstairs by herself, still quite annoyed at Pandora for for forcing her out of freedom. The auburn haired child stared at her half of the room in frustration, but then had a bright idea that might just bring her back the good old freedom she had learned to love. She grabbed one of the cardboard barriers that Pandora had put up in order to restrain the toddler from entering her half of the room, went to Bella and Mortimer's room and whizzed it underneath the king sized bed. Violetta then innocently waddled and stumbled back to the bedroom, but not for long, since she had worked out a way to get up and down staircases. She used this method to clamber down the staircase on all fours and not hurt herself in the process. Cassandra was downstairs with Alexander, doing homework. Bella saw Violetta, picked her up, slid her in her high chair, and gave her some animal crackers and watermelon juice. Violetta ate her crackers, and then sipped on her watermelon juice from her sippy cup. She then asked to be takrn out of the highchair, which Bella did, walked away, and let Violetta be free to explore the world around her. Violetta clambered back up the staircase, waddled to the room that she shared with her twin, Pandora, and sat on her bed, looking content. Pandora threw one of her classic 'bring me upstairs' tantrums, and a very annoyed Cassandra came, collected her, carried her upstairs, let her down and prayed that they would become children soon, so Alexander could possibly be a role model for them—apart from the test debacle a few months ago, which she was glad the toddlers weren't alive to witness it, or even old enough to understand what it was that made Alexander hide his test results. She sort of wished the two would grow up now— just so they weren't as bothersome, Cassandra and Mortimer could sell the highchairs to someone, and they were able to feed and look after themselves. Though, of course, Cassandra shuddered at the prospect of buying the two tiny tots new beds that would suit their personalities.
Cassandra stormed down the staircase, agitated, and went on to continue with her Maths homework, which had even a master mathematician confused—she had taken the liberty to call up Micheal Bachelor, her uncle, and ask him what the answer to that bothersome maths question that she absolutely couldn't for the life of her figure out what the answer was. Obviously, neither she or her uncle knew the answer, so she considered herself beat on the ridiculously hard mathematical equation that had no answer to it. She began to contemplate guessing, which is what she ended up doing. Hopefully her Maths teacher wouldn't call her out on her silly mistake of guessing when she showed him the completed homework in class tomorrow. He might even let her off this time, like he does with those kids with a million different after school activities that don't get their homework done, and have only an empty homework book to give him. It was only one question, though. Cassandra put her homework book in her backpack, put her backpack in her room, and sat down on the edge of her bed with a thoughtful expression on her face. She reserved that expression for thinking about one particular young adult male, Don Lothario. She knew it would cause serious problems, but she felt a need to get engaged to him. He was so handsome, his skin tone was a pale tan, and he looked immaculate in whatever he wore. Cassandra sighed. She'd never let Cupid hit her heart with this big of an arrow.
"Cassandy, Pandowa's being mean to me!" Violetta whined.
Cassandra wrapped the toddler in an embrace. "I-I fink she hates me," the toddler added.
"Why would she hate you?" Cassandra asked.
Violetta sniffled. "S-she h-hates m-me b-because I'm your favwit," she replied, frowning.
"She'd have a decent chance at being my favourite if she behaved," Cassandra admitted.
"Behave?" Violetta whispered with a tilt of her head.
"If she was good and nice to people," Cassandra explained.
"Y-Yeah.." Violetta's muffled voice trailed off for a moment as she wrapped Cassandra in a warm embrace.
"Do I behave, Cassandy?" this was asked so innocently from Violetta that she had to laugh.
"Yeah. You behave very well," Cassandra laughed and ruffled Violetta's hair.
She picked Violetta up and whizzed her around in a plane like motion before dipping her up and down, towards the ground. They were both laughing messes by the end of that.