I'm not as outgoing as my older siblings. I like to stay in the background somewhat, but not be forgotten. I tend to get jealous of things with my siblings. Being the youngest isn't all that great especially getting left out of things. Even at thirty-one my siblings are still protective of me, and I'm an adult. I love seeing my nieces and nephews faces light up when I give them a gift.

[smear:#696969]Positive Traits:[/smear:#ff0000:0]
1)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses. With my friends you never know what's next.
2)Generous: I love buying gifts for my nephews and nieces and spoiling them. I love seeing their faces light up.
3)Easy-Going: I always try to be the peacemaker and am pretty mellow.
4)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment happens a lot of the time.
5)Honorable: I always take the high road trying to go the right way.
6)Humble: I avoid the spotlight.

[smear:#ff0000]Negative Traits:[/smear:#696969:0]
1)Withdrawn: I can get this way sometimes when I see my friends happy with girls and having fun. Or even watching my siblings with their mates.
2)Needy: I hate to admit it, but I do get this way especially when I'm withdrawn.
3)Jealous: What do they called it the green eyed monster? Well I get it when my siblings are leaving me out of things.
4)Stubborn: Yeah I do get this way especially when I want something. Nothing going to stand in my way.
5)Oversensitive: Unfortunately I've been this way since I was a kid.
[smear:#ff0000]• • • a)~Crying or other emotional displays.
• • • b)~Shutting down and becoming unresponsive.
• • • c)~Leaving in haste and without reason.
• • • d)~Reading into what another said or did in a way that was not intended.
• • • e)~Growing silent during banter or conversation.
• • • f)~Seeing criticism where there is none.[/smear:#696969:0]
6)Paranoid: Comes from childhood and my older siblings getting so close and leaving me out for awhile

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.

On a cold crisp day in October. The 7th that is. I was welcomed into this world by my parents Ambrose and Isadora and my older siblings Python who was already fifteen, and my sister Bronwyn who was eleven. I was definitely one of those surprise babies, but my best friend Malachi, the alpha's youngest was born the same year. A year later our partner in crime Laura Beth was born. Her older brother Xander and my older sister Bronwyn were best friends, and later became mates. Two of Malachi's older brothers are married to two of her older sisters. Were all part of the same pack and covenant so our families were always together. So it made sense that the three of us were good friends.

It wasn't always fun growing up in the shadow of my older siblings. They were always trying to protect me from something or other. I was either Python's little brother or Bronwyn's little brother. It was like most people had no idea what my name was. I was ten when my first nephew was born. I shared him with Laura Beth. When Ryker was around eight months old I got my nickname of Crispy from him. I go by Cris even though my name is Crispin. I hated the nickname! Especially when my older brother thought it was hilarious. Even my parents did. They finally got the hint when I yelled at them at family supper one night to quit calling me that. Especially after I reminded Python of his first nickname Corny. After that it was reserved for my nephew and the nephews and nieces that came after him.

Starting school it was always oh your Python's little brother or Bronwyn's little brother as well. It made me hate school especially when they could never remember my name. After so long I just ignored them if they called me by something other then Cris or Crispin. Even when I got to junior high and high school it was the same. Especially with Python having been so big in sports. Malachi and Laura Beth had it as bad as I did. And they had even more siblings than I did.

I changed for the first time when I turned sixteen with all of my family there to be with me as well as the rest of the pack. There's nothing like running through the forest on four paws. Sometimes I'd rather be a wolf twenty-four seven then having to be called by my siblings names. Even now at thirty one. All they hear is my last name of Deveraux when introducing myself, and they say oh Python and Bronwyn's little brother.

The party has been fun tonight on New Years Eve even if I am working! I even got caught up in the countdown thanks to Malachi and Laura Beth. The latter who had joined us for New Years Eve for a change. When the countdown stopped and the cheers were a bit overwhelming ot my werewolf senses the ground started to shake. it felt like an earthquake, but how was that even possible for here in New Orleans? When I came to sometime later it was light out, and everyone was starting to come too. Walking outside we looked around wondering what was going on. We definitely weren't in New Orleans anymore.

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.