I'm a fierce protector and nobody messes with my kids. Or my younger siblings. I don't take shit from anyone no matter who you are. I was a tomboy growing up, and still pretty much am. I at least have more feminine traits since becoming a mother. It was as if a switch had been flipped almost when I held my firstborn in my arms. I had a whole new purpose in life. To keep that child secure and safe, and love him with everything I had. I am stubborn, and can be difficult sometimes. Especially if I believe with my whole heart that it is right.

[smear:#19e6cd]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e519e6:0]
1)Playful: Fond of playing and fun.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight
4)Persuasive: Able to influence others by argument, entreaty, counsel, or protest.
5)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
6)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.

[smear:#e519e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6cd:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
4)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
5)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
6)Volatile: Quick to react; having an explosive temper that may grow violent.

In the heart of the Vieux Carre is where we are located. Vieux Carré Historic District is a National Historic Landmark located in New Orleans, LA in the area generally bounded by Esplanade Ave. to the north, the Mississippi River to the east, Canal St., Decatur St., and Iberville St. to the south, and Basin S., St. Louis St., and North Rampart St. to the west. Vieux Carre literally means old square. It is also known as the French Quarter, and it is the oldest neighborhood in the city of New Orleans.

Growing up we had free reign of the French Quarter. The streets were our playground, and we'd be out all day long playing. We didn't have the technology the kids do nowadays. Only time we came in was for a meal or a snack. Otherwise we were out at dawn till late at night. In the evenings it would be Red Rover Red Rover come right on over. Oh those were the days! We thought we had no supervision that we were on our own. It wasn't till I was a lot older that I realized that we were never unwatched. The warriors of the pack were always patrolling, and keeping an eye on all the kids of the pack at the same time. Talk about bursting my bubble! Oh well it makes me feel easier letting my own kids out to play now.

I was a tomboy always getting dirty. My father loved it that I was. My mother would just shake her head not able to get the stains out of my clothes. They never bothered me! I was always one of the guys too hanging around with them. My best friend was always Jacob Garard though future Alpha of the pack. We always had a chemistry between us. Logically you think that Jacob would have stuck with my older brother Thorn, and Python as his best friends as they were all the same age. Whereas I was a year younger, but in splitting off in pairs I usually was with Jacob. Our only real competition was my brother Thorn and Python, and they never went easy on us. Made it all the more fun especially when we came out on top! Course there were times when no girls were allowed with the guys. I'd just give them a dirty look and go do other things. Like try and convince my sister Kayla to get dirty with me on the playground.

When I turned sixteen I was finally changing into my wolf. I couldn't wait! I wasn't nervous at all. Even with some of the boys telling me horror stories. I just ignored them, and when the time came I changed without any problems. Running like a wolf was more than breathtaking, and I still love it to this day. I missed it when I later was pregnant with each of my kids as we couldn't change during that time. Oh and it wasn't a shocker that Jacob was my mate. Our mom's had already predicted it. I'm pretty sure he's known for the last year though since he'd already changed.

We were married a few years later, and we have six children. One of those times I had three. Yes three. Triplets to be precise. I felt like a whale, and my hormones were all over the place that time. Poor Jacob! We got through it though. We live at sanctuary still where we grew up with our children, and the rest of the covenant. It's a place where the supernatural can come for protection. That and get a good meal or a drink in the bar and grill.

So life had been great, and our children are now teenagers well except for our youngest Sawyer. Yes I loved the book Tom Sawyer as a kid. Especially growing up myself on the Mississippi, and named a few of my kids from the names in the book. My son Huckleberry doesn't appreciate his name too much, and makes sure he gets introduced as Huck, and not Huckleberry. Our eldest, Orion is twenty four and definitely following in his father's footsteps in looks as well as mannerisms. Definitely the spitting image of his father.

It's the end of 2023 and there's a big party raging here at Sanctuary. I had just gotten to Jacob when the countdown began having been busy helping wait tables. He had been busy too. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him as the countdown ended. I thought the kiss was making the ground shake at first till it got worse. There was definitely the earthquake of all earthquakes happening. Which was definitely rare for New Orleans. I must have blacked out for when I woke up as others were doing something didn't feel right. My first instinct was to check on our kids, but hearing someone say oh my god! I went with them outside gaping as we looked around. We definitely weren't in New Orleans any longer. What in the world had happened I had no idea. I looked up seeing our younger children appearing on the balcony. Orion and Huck had followed Jacob outside. At least my children were alright, and if I had my way they were going to stay that way!

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.