To those I love I'm kind, caring and loving. To those I don't know I'm not that friendly. I learned at an early age not to be too trusting. With my parents always leery of people I picked up on it as well. With those out to wipe our pack/covenant off of the earth we had reason to be. I can be very patient with my brothers and others in the covenant/pack. I feel at home with them as I should.

[smear:#19e6e1]Positive Traits:[/smear:#751298:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Patient: Exhibiting self-control and composure under trial or strain.
5)Private: Having strong personal boundaries; preferring to keep one's affairs to oneself.
6)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge. Even though I'm the youngest I try to protect my brothers from sleazy girls.

[smear:#751298]Negative traits:[/smear:#19e6e1:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
3)Suspicious: Suspecting others without proof or evidence.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
5)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
6)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. Only with family and friends.

I was born in Devil's Lake South Dakota to Jonathan and Meredith Nightshade. I wasn't born alone though, my twin brother Drew was born minutes before me. Welcoming us into this world was our older brother Clancy who was a year old. I guess our parents decided our family was complete since no more were born after Drew and I.

With three children blonde haired and blue eyed it drew lots of attention as beautiful as we were. After a couple of attempted kidnappings lots of spells were put on the three of us to keep us out of the limelight by our parents coven. The Devil's Lake Coven. Were were precocious little kids too always getting into trouble. Our power showing up at very inappropriate times. I of course was definitely a tombody following in my brothers footsteps every step of the way. Not wanting to be left out. I hated frilly dresses much to my mother's dismay. After a few years she finally just gave up on that, and let me be.

Of course we grew up with the other kids in the coven, and we all became inseparable. Causing hate and discontent here and there, but most of the time we were good kids. Did I mention yet that we were born werewolves too? Oh sorry if I didn't. When we turned sixteen we were able to change for the first time. At first I had been apprehensive wondering if I would even be able to change, but I did. I loved running under a full moon, my brothers and the rest of the pack.

It was around Christmas of our sixteenth year. Just a few days after on the full moon that hunters struck on the night of the full moon. Us kids were able to escape, but only a couple of the parents did. Neither of them being our parents who perished that night in the pale light of the full moon. From where we were hidden we could see their human lifeless bodies laying on the snow packed ground. Our lives changed drastically after that. Nothing was ever the same again.

For the next year we were hanging on by a thread. With the death of over half the parents the spell wore off on my brothers and I protecting us from unwanted attentions. We were old enough to fight them off by now though. With our power and our werewolf abilities. Of course the hunters still were around trying to pluck us off one by one.

One night I had ran to Walmart to grab something, and I was caught. I won't tell you the horrendous details of what I was put through, but I was saved hours later by my brothers, and the rest of our pack. It's a night I refuse to talk about and never will. I had nightmares before that, but they grew worse after that night. I was only settled down by my own twin who would hold me and calm me. Only then was I able to fall back to sleep and actually sleep.

On New Years eve there was something like an Earthquake. It definitely shook everything up, and left us reeling. For when we woke up we were in a whole new reality. Cut off from the rest of the world. It hadn't been enough in our own world, but somehow the hunters came with us. We didn't just have to fight to survive in this new world in a harsh new environment, but fight the devils of our past too!

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.