I'm an overachiever. I loved to study and read every book I could get my hands on. I have written a couple of books and they are a teen witch and warlock series. Writing is a passion to me. I'm in the process of writing the third book in the series. I'm calm, cool, and collected most of the time. Though anxiety kicks in when I hear something is happening up on the mountain.

[smear:#e6de19]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61994:0]
1)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal.
2)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
3)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset.
4)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
5)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters.
6)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.

[smear:#195be6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9c19e6:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
5)Worrywart: Inclined to excessive worrying.
6)Superstitious: Believing that omens and symbols can have specific prophetic meaning and that certain ritualistic practices will influence events.

Witch persecutions were heavy back in the 16th century in Scotland and Ireland. With different decrees being made against them making hunting them down.The persecutions were mainly in the lowlands so my ancestors living in the highlands were in the height of them. Being up high in the highlands and in the middle of nowhere the covenant was mostly safe. Still when they came closer to them they up and decided to make their way to Ireland. Getting there they quickly discovered it was no better so they set sail to the America they had heard so much about.

Our ancestors came over on the Mayflower landing at Plymouth Harbor on December 16, 1620. Being what they were of course they didn’t stay there, and they bought covered wagons and horses and carried on into the unknown. They didn’t stop until they reached where Kansas is now. Stories passed down through the generations are that they were looking for land like the highlands in Scotland. It took them a few months, and it was hilly land. Not what they were used to, but the land would be good to grow on.

So they set down roots in what they named Dark Haven Kansas. They soon made friends with the native americans who lived there. Even a few of them married into the local tribe so that we carry the blood of them as well as our immigrant ancestors. I guess the rest you could say is history.

The Covenant built what is known as Legacy Ranch in Dark Haven Kansas. What the covenant was called before I’m not for sure, but they became known as the Dark Haven Covenant in the supernatural world. Sure there were non magical people who lived in Dark Haven, and they had no clue about the covenant or other supernatural beings lived here. My uncle Machen’s mother was a werewolf so he’s half werewolf. So are a few others in our covenant. I have yet to meet a vampire yet, but I’ve heard that they are out there in the world.

The Bell Family migrated here not long after the town was founded. My great something grandfather built the building Bell, Book, and Candle is in. He loved what he did and it shows in the workmanship in the building and what he sold in his store. It has passed down generation to generation in the Bell Family keeping alive what he started all those years ago.

My name is Brielle Fable Larson, and I was born two days after Christmas on the 27th of December. Mom said it was a freezing cold day, and they had lost power. Instead of asking for help from the others she went out to get some firewood for the fireplace, and started to have pain. She did get the fire started and bundled up as close as she dared to the fire. I was born in front of that fire shortly after. My father came home to her sitting in front of the fire hours later holding me in her arms both of us fast asleep.

I was three when my brother Branson was born. Dad liked to joke that he was conceived on their little trip to Branson. He's the local Dr, and for their anniversary that year he surprised her with a trip to Branson. I was left with the other parents, and my great aunts. So needless to say he got named Branson. Three years after that mom had twins that they named Sebastian and Summer. I was six by then, and took being a big sister seriously.

I've always been an avid reader and love to get my hands on series books. I remember telling mom that I was going to write a series of books one day. I was probably seven and she got out some pencil and paper and told me to get started. I write a few short stories that she made sure and showed everyone. I knew she was proud of me cause she told me she was and made sure to tell others that. She called me a creative child. That I had a promising future ahead of me.

Mom also worked at Bell, Book, and Candle with her aunts. Neither of them ever married, and they were happy being spinsters. Aunt Sarsaparilla and Aunt Seraphina. When I graduated from high school I didn't want to go to college or even leave Dark Haven. Everyone I loved was here. I wanted to work at Bell Book and Candle. By the time I was twenty my great aunts had handed it over to me full time. My younger siblings helped out during the summers. My great aunts would come in for tea in the afternoons though and stay and chat for awhile. If I got busy they helped out too as they loved the business. They have become old cat ladies though. So there's always about a dozen cats around the ranch and probably more.

I'm twenty-two now. I've published two books, and am having a bit of writer's block on the third. Otherwise everything was going well. We had a bonfire and shot off fireworks as the countdown ended on New Years Eve. Only the ground started to shake and I had no idea what happened next. When I woke up we were still on the ranch, but one of the boys had gone up on the hill that overlooked Dark Haven, and called us all up. To our shock the Dark Haven as we knew it was gone, and other buildings had appeared as if taking over our town. What was going on we had no idea, but our parents planned on heading to town to find out just where those buildings and people we could see had come from.

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.