I can be pretty outgoing when it comes to stuff. When it's personal though I bottled it up inside and don't let it out. At least till either Tianna or Lawson works it out of me. Otherwise, I am pretty happy most of the time and enjoy life. I have a curious nature that sometimes gets me into trouble. My mom just groans and says I'm turning into my Aunt Laura. Which would be awesome in my opinion. She likes to tell tales about her work, but she will never say what exactly she does. I like to daydream about what I think it would be like. My family teases me I was born with my head in the clouds. I always seem to get lost in my thoughts. Especially when I have been reading a really good book.

[smear:#19e6d9]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e119e6:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
3)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others.
4)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
5)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
6)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.

[smear:#e119e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d9:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
5)Compulsive: Subject to irresistible urges.
6)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.

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 ran the streets of Vieux Carre. Actually we still do as if we own them. Everywhere we go we are greeted by name. Our parents didn't have to worry about us when we were younger since the elders around the area would smile and watch over us. We grew to respect our elder as well. My Garard grandparents were in with the elders as well. I loved spending time with them, and hearing the old stories.

My name is Ashleigh Dawn Garard, and I was born to Jacob and Candy Garard. I was born a triplet with a sister, Tianna, and a brother, Lawson. October 27th was a warm fall day that year. The time the leaves are changing to the golden colors of fall. My favorite color scheme when coming up with artistic thoughts. The wedding of my dreams will be in Fall colors. I'm getting way ahead of myself here though. Once I get talking about my favorite stuff it's hard to stop. I think my friends and family have just learned to listen with half a year, but still get it right if I ask a question.

I have two older brothers Orion and Huck which is short for Huckleberry. He hates his name so shh. Guess mom liked it from living by the Mississippi River and reading Tom Sawyer. Which Sawyer is my baby brother's name. He just turned seven. So he's definitely the youngest around here. The rest of us are pretty much teenagers or older. All of us are pretty close, and I love that. We definitely have one another's backs in everything. My dad is also the alpha of the local pack. Which he inherited from his father.

Our covenant runs the Sanctuary bar. Which is a sanctuary for the magical world. I got to start working in there when I was sixteen waitressing that is. Or helping out in the kitchen. Though once ten hit we were sent to the living quarters of Sanctuary. Though we were free to go to bed or do whatever we wanted. Sometimes we snuck out to the balconies and spied on what was going on down below in the bar. Most often one of the mothers was waiting on us and shooed us back to the living quarters.

On my sixteenth birthday was when I changed into my wolf form for the first time. It was definitely an exhilarating experience, and still is for me. Nothing more beautiful than running under a full moon through the countryside and forest. Best part is getting to run with my family. I never want things to change. For I love my family and spending time with them, and my friends. I also like really cute boys. Though when they find out how many brothers I have they usually run for the hills. Especially after one of them inhumanely growls at them.

So everything was going good up until New Years Eve. Those of us not old enough to still be in the bar area were in our living quarters of Sanctuary, and having all kinds of fun. There was a roaring party still going on at the bar as well. An earthquake hit. Which was rare for here as we never had them. It seemed to go on for hours, and it must of knocked me out. For how long I don't really know. When I came to the living quarters were a mess. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop till there were a few moans and groans as the others were waking up. When we stepped outside we were definitely in shock as the landscape around us was not the same. We definitely weren't in New Orleans any longer. Where we were we had no idea. Realizing we were cut off from the outside world we were going to have to fight to survive now along with others who looked just as lost as we felt.

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.