I usually say exactly what I think. If someone asks I'll definitely tell them the truth about whatever it is. I'm a plain Jane, while the other girls in the pack are beautiful. Nobody usually gives me a second glance when I'm with them. Sure it bothers me, but I just have to shrug it off. I usually keep quiet unless I'm with my friends, and then I can talk quite a bit.

[smear:#8719e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#fd09b4:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.
4)Pensive: Musingly thoughtful.
5)Innocent: Being of pure intent and motive.
6)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.

[smear:#fd09b4]Negative Traits:[/smear:#8719e6:0]
1)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
4)Insecure: Lacking confidence and surety.
5)Compulsive: Subject to irresistible urges.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

Leaves were changing into those beautiful fall colors, and it was a crisp cool day that I was born on November 9th. Welcoming me into this world were my parents Bronze and Avery Emberheart. As well as my two older brothers and two older sisters. I guess they were done having kids with me, as I'm the baby of the family. I was the one who got lost in the shuffle. The baby in the car seat sitting by the apartment door ready to go, and the door shutting leaving me sitting there after wrangling the other four into the SUV and buckling them up.

Though only a couple of blocks had gone by, before they remembered the baby. It was then that they'd call back to one of the other parents who would come get me, and take me down to the office area where my parents would end up and I would anyhow. After dropping the oldest two off at school as they were nine and seven, and the other two were in head start at ages two and three.

Yeah no I don't have a complex of being left behind. If you believe that your full of it. As absent-minded as my parents were I was always being forgotten. Even by my eldest siblings when they became teenagers and I was left to their devices. Though I guess it could be partly my fault as I was a quiet baby and toddler always playing with my toys off in the corner. Later in grade school after learning to read I was usually lost in a book. Books were definitely one of my best friends. For I could get totally lost in them, as if I became the character myself and was living the story.

I was only friends with the ones from my pack at school. Since I was quiet at school I got picked on, but one of the others were usually around to help me out. When I was with my friends though and only with them then I could talk nonstop with them. We had stuff to talk about. I didn't really with anyone else. My life wasn't all that bad. Though I did have a fear of being left somewhere by my parents if we went anywhere. When I was in grade school I was usually the last one left at school by the time they realized they hadn't picked me up. Luckily the other older kids if they picked up their younger siblings would just grab me too, then give my older siblings a hard time for forgetting me again.

As I grew older I heard the older kids talking about changing into their wolf when they turned sixteen. It was something I couldn't wait for. Then maybe my parents would notice me more. Probably wishful thinking right. Unfortunately I never got the chance to find out if they would or not. When I was fourteen my older siblings came back heartbroken. Same with a lot of the other older ones. My parents were nowhere to be seen, and I was finally told that hunters had taken out all but two of the parents there. I was devastated as it totally changed my life. Not only mine, but all of the pack. We mourned for quite awhile after. Things would definitely never be the same again.

When I did finally change when I turned sixteen a few months ago I was a bit shocked that all four of my older siblings were right there for me, but then I shouldn't have been. We had gotten closer after the death of our parents. Actually all of the pack had come together. We never truly have got over the heartbreak of the deaths of our parents and the others, but we are together.

There's a boy in our pack that I really like too. I don't think he sees me that way though, so unless he ever does I don't know what I'm going to do. Nobody knows I have a crush on him either, and it's going to stay that way! Since my nose is usually buried in a book I sure won't give it away. For now he can just stay one of my best friends. I would just ruin our friendship if I were to come clean with him.

On New Years Eve our lives were drastically changed again when there was something like an earthquake, and when we awoke later we were in almost a different reality. Cut off from anyone else. Or were we the only ones left? None of us know, but with hunters having been brought here too, and demons showing up by the hordes we are going to have to fight for our survival.

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.