I live to party. My freshman year was when I discovered how much that I loved going to parties. Being the life of the party. Drinking and Dancing. Just having a good old time. Letting myself go. Without a care in the world. To forget about real life for awhile, and just be myself. I hate that my father sired me just to form a covenant of his children. All with Balcoin blood that he descends from. Not just a covenant, but an evil one. I can be bad, but I'm not totally evil. Nor do I have intentions of going to the dark side. It's just not for me!

[smear:#e619c2]Positive Traits: [/smear:#8719e6:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
3)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
4)Extroverted: Outgoing; socially adept.
5)Uninhibited: Not restricted or restrained by societal or psychological norms.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.

[smear:#8719e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#e619c2:0]
1)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
6)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.

The Blackwell Family — an alias used by the Balcoin Family to hide their existence — is an extremely powerful and feared line of witches who are practitioners of Dark Magic. The Blackwell family descends from Francis Balcoin, their evil ancestor. Similar to how the Blake family can be traced to the origin of White Magic, the Blackwell family can be traced to the origins of Dark Magic. The Balcoins were believed to had been eradicated by witch-hunters, but they remained hidden, and took the name of Blackwell. The family is infamous for their terrible acts of evil committed over the years.

John Blackwell was an extremely powerful Witch, with Dark Magic. He was also the son of Samuel Blackwell, and an unnamed woman, the grandson of James Blackwell, and Emma Watkins, the great-grandson of Joseph Blackwell, the descendant of Francis Balcoin, E. Blackwell, and Jane Thomas, the ex-boyfriend of Amelia Blake, and Elizabeth Meade, and the father of Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, and four other Blackwell children. Three sons and another daughter part of his plan to make a circle of Balcoin blood and also full of Dark Magic. He has three daughters and three sons total. He was trying to get the skull for himself.

Unfortunately I am one of those six children of John Blackwell. With my father in and out of my life growing up. I was left to my mother to raise. When he was in town he would train my half-brother and I to practice Dark Magic. My half-brother and I have different mothers, but we were pretty much raised together so we became pretty close. He was born a few days before I was. My mother and his loved it when John would come visit. I despised him and his visits with the way he treated our mothers. He seemed to care about my brother and I, but we knew his evil plans to destroy all other witches leaving only our line. The Balcoin line. This would kill our mothers, and neither of us want that.

When I use dark magic it's seductive and draws me in, but I hate what I do when under its influence. So I fight it. Which gets me in trouble with my father. Do I care. Nope not really. If I had my way I would be a normal teenage girl. Unfortunately I was born to two different covens. White Magic comes easy to me, and I enjoy using it. So unlike the dark magic. We were born in Seattle Washington, but some time after our birth our father moved our mothers to Savannah Georgia. My brother and I stuck together. Us against the world as during grade school we got picked on. When we were together we fought back against them.

By the time we were teenagers there were lots of rumors circulating. Some of them our mothers had started, and smirked about them. I somehow became known as the vamp of Savannah. There is an old jazz song called Hard Hearted Hannah by Ella Fitzgerald, and it was one of my mom's favorites. Some people actually call me Hannah thinking that's my name. That rumor was definitely thanks to my mom. She thought it was hilarious. I was nothing like the song. It was something I just had to deal with. The last line of the song is that she is sweeter than sour milk. Some kids thought this was hilarious and they found some sour milk. I was thirteen, and they caught me unaware and poured it over my head. That was more than horrible. I was sick for days from the smell of it and the taste of it.

Even with that we went to parties starting our freshman year, and I loved them. Dancing the night away and drinking. I've kissed a few guys, but still have my innocence. Contrary to popular belief that is. My grades slipped during this time cause I went to any party I could just to forget what my life was like for a while. To get away from the Dark Magic. To be myself, and I could do that losing myself in the music and drinking. One thing I never did was drugs, and never plan to.

The time came when dad was calling us. On the way to Chance Harbor Washington we met up with our other two half brothers. We finished the trip together. Once we got there we couldn't find our father. Then on New Years Eve there was an earthquake. When we woke up we definitely weren't in Chance Harbor anymore. Where we were we had no idea. The Chance Harbor circle was here too along with others who seemed to have been uprooted. Something tells me that things are never going to be the same again, and we are going to have to fight to survive!

Jordan was grinning, and he started to say something, but got a weird look on his face as he was definitely thinking now. Images of the food were coming to mind, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of the names of the establishments the food was at. Now that he thought about it parts of it were blurry, but for the memory of the food and how it tasted. Thinking some more he let out a laugh. “Now that I think about it I can tell you the foods, but not the places.” He smirked as he chuckled a little more. “Cause we usually hit them after our pub run even though we eat a bunch while at the pub.” He was trying to piece together where they went after their pub run. He knew his wallet was usually empty the mornings after. The bar tab was only paid once a month so it hadn’t all been spent there either. “Well there is a Shepherd's pie to die for, at one of the places. Another has some excellent Applewood smoked BBQ Ribs. Oh there’s the lemon-herbed chicken that seems to melt in your mouth. There’s a sticky toffee pudding somewhere too that blows your mind.” He stopped to think some more about the food. “Josh always gets the steak and Kidney pie somewhere that’s in a bread bowl. I hate the kidney part though.” He admitted, but if it was something she liked. “Oh there’s Cornish pasties that are awesome, uhh somewhere too.” He furrowed his brow knowing they had to be here in Diagon Alley somewhere. He knew if he looked he’d recognize the place, but he still couldn’t think of the names of the places. “Hey you should join us for a pub night sometimes! Almost every one there is a Quidditch player or in the business of Quidditch. It’s not very well known in the community though to be honest. It’s been around for years though, cause my dad and his buddies used to hang out there. He’s the one who told us about it.” He grinned at her.

Jordan laughed hearing her and shook his head. He had more than his share of Quidditch things. He didn’t think he had better admit that though. Especially when he kept adding to it. Though the place where he and his brothers lived was more than big enough for it. Their friends were always crashing at their place. “Never know when something new might come in handy.” Was all he said to that. He grinned widely at her. “No definitely no lover. The youngest of the Matheson’s. Drew and Angel. Angel has her own Quidditch gear and clothes, but ours just seem to disappear and show up later with her either carrying it or wearing it. Since that’s been happening since she was little we are used to it now, and just replace it.” He shrugged since it was nothing new to him, and would probably still be happening when they were old and gray. “She’s not spoiled either. She works for what she gets the same as us boys. If she’s not thinking about Quidditch she has animals flocking to her.” He knew that could get a little overwhelming at times. He pointed over at the bookshelf in the far corner when she asked about the books. “There’s a whole section of books over there.” He grinned at her wondering if she had a one track mind when she came in here. He definitely didn’t. “Or you could come over and check out our library, and borrow some books.” He offered. He could spend hours in this store, and go back looking again seeing something he had missed the first time. Which sometimes wasn’t a good thing cause if it was something cool he’d pick it up for his siblings too. With how much he picked up he had bags full which was hard to get home then. Trying to apparate with that much stuff was unbearable. After losing some of his stuff one time he started taking the knight bus home.

“Follow me darling.” Jordan grinned when she asked about the gloves. He led her over to the gear section and pointed out the display of gloves that they had that was pretty impressive of the new brand Ollie’s Gloves. There were practically every color you could imagine there. “Ollie is a friend of mine. When he comes up with something new he has me and some others try his stuff out. After I try them out if they're good then I send whatever it is to Angel to try out at Hogwarts. If it’s not ready I let Ollie know for sure, and he works on it till he perfects it.” He explained to her. Sometimes it was a lot of fun trying out whatever Ollie came out. Other times it was disastrous. His brother Gregory had ended up at St Mungo's after one of those incidents. His mother had sent him more than one angry howler over that one. What was great was she had sent them to Ollie too telling him he better get his head on straight! “What’s awesome about these gloves too is that they come in one size, but they form to your hands after you put them on. So they are perfect then!” He said handing his items he had picked up to the clerk who came over to take them from him so he could pick up more if he wanted to. He hadn’t even noticed the girl checking him out and giving him a come hither smile.