I love to play hockey as it is a passion of mine. There's nothing like the excitement of heading out onto that ice to play. Racing against time to get the puck in the net. It's a thrill like nothing else. Oh I'm passionate about other stuff too, but nothing like playing hockey. I'm usually pretty easy going, and like to have fun. Hockey brings out the competitive side in me so if you don't want to see that side then best not to bring it up. I enjoy spending time with my friends and my family that I care for with all of my heart. Playing hockey helps with my temper too. I've only almost changed about half a dozen times out of hundreds of games. So I feel like it helps. I like to have fun just like the other girls. I like to party, just not to wild. Unless it's with someone special. I give sass back to the guys when I can.

[smear:#19e6d9]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e6193f:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
3)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
4)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
5)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.

[smear:#e6193f]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d9:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
4)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
5)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
6)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.

I was born at home in Devils Lake, North Dakota to my parents as their firstborn. With my parents being werewolves you never knew how one of the mothers of the pack would react so the other mothers as well as my own had become midwives like their mothers before them. The next year my brother Remington was born, and not even ten months later my baby brother Maverick. My parents called them their Irish twins.

Growing up with the pack we were all one big family. Never straying outside of our pack for friendship either. They were my best friends, and family. Would always be this way too! With them we could share experiences and growing up together. Not afraid that we would let our secrets out. Like we would be if we made friends outside of the pack and covenant. This was better anyhow, and brought all of us closer together!

My best friend growing up was Drew Nightshade. There were three of us the same age in the pack, Drew, his twin Angel, and me. So we usually banded together during school and other things. Inseparable most of the time. Even at night we would hate to be separated so our parents just put up tents in the game room downstairs, and a lot of us kids would sleep in them at night. Well till someone had a nightmare or something, and they'd end up back with their mommy or daddy during the night. The three of us never did though, and we had loads of fun!

Hockey became my favorite game too! I loved playing it! I think all of us did, and when I hit sixteen it helped me in learning to control my anger. I didn't mind the fights though that occasionally broke out. I have been sent to the penalty box more times than I can count!

All of us were excited for our sixteenth birthday when we could change for the first time. My first run was amazing with my parents. It wasn't till the twins changed later in the year that tragedy struck our pack. Hunters attacked on the run, and Drew's parents were both killed. My mother perished that night too. Only parents surviving were my dad and Evangeline Nightstalker. They had gotten us to safety while the other parents held off the hunters. Luckily the hunters never found us that night after we had hidden. The next month had been heartbreaking burying our lost parents. It's still heartbreaking, but that month we had to endure the funerals and burials.

One good thing came out of that night. Drew and I figured out we were mates. I had been falling for him, but it wasn't confirmed till he had changed for the first time. I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else. At least my dad loves him already. With only my dad and Evangeline left as parents they became the parental figures of the pack. Guiding us and shaping as as we grew older.

The pack's main source of income was Divergent Security which our pack ran. Once we turn eighteen we can go into the field work, but before that we are allowed to work in the office area so we learn what the business is about. So I spend my days after school in the office till around five and sometimes later. Depends on if there is a late job going on. The older ones of course are out getting to have fun at their jobs. All of us are trained to fight by the time we are sixteen. Then in werewolf form after that. So we know how to protect ourselves!

This year when New Years Eve hit I was counting down the days to my birthday. I was a senior along with the twins. Even though I would turn nineteen since my parents had held me back when I was in preschool. I had a bit of a hard time learning, which I finally overcame thankfully. But at least I was still in Drew and Angel's class. It was a lot more fun being able to be able to spend my school days with them.

Well on New Years even at precisely midnight I believe an earthquake struck. Well we don't really get earthquakes around here so it was definitely shocking! When I came too it was to find out we were in like a new reality. Nothing was as it should be at all. We were cut off from the outside world. At least we were all together though. Others had been brought here too, and now we were realizing we were going to have to fight to survive in this strange new reality.

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.