My fingers just brushed the fancy pendent that ended the switch, and the House yanked it out of my grasp. I set my hands on my hips. “I will burn scented candles in every room and stink this whole place up if you don’t turn off the ceiling fan.” The flooring squeaked, and around me the House groaned. “I don’t care if it’s fun!” I narrowed my eyes and did my best to channel the look my parents used whenever I’d been particularly disobedient.