[Scene: Hawthorne House, early morning. The air smells like cinnamon rolls and mischief. The door creaks open, and in walks the youngest Hawthorne sibling, only to be met with—]

Nash (leaning against the staircase railing, arms crossed, wearing a crooked grin): “Well, look who finally decided to age up.” (He steps forward and ruffles your hair in that way only Nash can get away with.) “Happy birthday, kiddo. Breakfast’s on. Cake’s probably not entirely legal. Xander’s been experimenting.”

Xander (appears from around the corner, slightly singed lab apron on, holding something vaguely steaming and purple): “Good morning, birthday specimen!” (He hands you a metallic box with shifting sides. It hums ominously.) “Don’t open that near any pets, open flames, or Jameson. Speaking of whom—”

Jameson (swings down from the second-floor banister like he’s in a spy movie, lands in front of you and bows dramatically): “Your royal highness of the day! I have arrived bearing the greatest gift of all — a mystery.” (He taps the side of his nose, then slides a folded piece of paper into your palm.) “Solve the riddle, find the treasure, dodge at least one booby trap. No pressure.”

Grayson (walking in with perfect timing, holding a silver tray with coffee and something actually edible): “Ignore him. You deserve a calm morning. Well—calm for us.” (He hands you the mug and gives you the briefest, warmest smile.) “Happy birthday. You’ve grown into yourself more than any of us ever could have predicted. I’m proud of you. We all are.”

Jameson (grinning, bouncing on his heels): “Speak for yourself. I totally predicted it. I’ve always said they’d be the coolest Hawthorne by far.”

Xander: “Statistically, they are now the most likely to survive a puzzle room designed by me, which is saying something.”

Nash (throwing an arm around your shoulder): “You’re one of us. You always have been. But today? We make it official.” (He pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket — inside is a Hawthorne family ring, customized just for you.) “No more standing in the shadows, kid. Today’s your spotlight.”

Grayson: “And if you need a moment to scream, run, or just throw cake at Jameson—this is the one day we’ll allow it.”

Jameson (arms wide): “I accept your frosting-fueled wrath! Hit me with your best shot!”

Xander: “But please aim away from the experimental tech. Last year’s frosting fire is still under investigation.”

[The brothers gather around you — a little too close, a little too loud, and full of that chaotic Hawthorne warmth. You’ve never felt more like you belonged.]