I can be flighty, and I enjoy life. Or try to after the heartache of the last few years. I never thought I would have the heartbreak of losing my parents in this lifetime. Even with being easy going and only somewhat temperamental with my wolf side I wanted the blood of the hunters for killing my parents. I seethe with anger every time I think of the hunters. I can be the life of the party or the one who sours it. Depends on my mood at the time. Usually it's the life of the party though thank goodness. When I'm tired or hungry I can get downright surly or just melancholy. Same way when I drink so I try to stay away from alcohol except for a lone wine cooler in the evenings when I'm relaxing reading a book.

[smear:#19e6e5]Positive Traits: [/smear:#7b19e6:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
3)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
4)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
5)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
6)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.

[smear:#7b19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6e5:0]
1)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
5)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

It was a bitter cold day on March tenth when I was born. Drifts of snow were about eight feet high. Business had been slow because of the blizzards they had been having, and I wasn't due for a couple of more weeks. So I'm pretty sure my mother was surprised when her water broke, and I was rearing to come into this cold cruel world.

For a day and a half my mother's screams rang throughout the pack house. I was breech they discovered and mom was bleeding heavily by now. Using magic I was turned around, and I about shot out of my mother then. I was blue though. Quickly the midwives used magic on my mother healing her. Even though as a werewolf she was already healing.

Minutes passed as they cleared my airway, and breathed life into me. Finally my small cries filled the air much to everyone's relief. Welcoming me into this world was an older brother who was three, and mom said she was done with me. She was happy though when they laid me in her arms and she nursed me. Needless to say I wasn't my parent's last. After me were two more boys. One two years after me, and then three years later her baby boy. I was the only one she had any problems with. So it must be because I was her only girl.

I was a daddy's girl growing up, but I enjoyed my girly time with mom too. Frilly dresses and all that. Trips to the spa to get manicures and times to get our hair done. All of it I loved. Especially the time spent with her. It was our time. No boys interrupting us for some stupid thing or another. It was usually "Mom watch this! Hey mom look at this!" So getting to go out someplace alone with my mother was a real treat. Sometimes the other moms and their girls would join in, but it was still a special mother daughter time.

I had my friends within the pack/covenant, and wouldn't trade them for everything. We stick together through thick and thin! It's easier with the secrets we have to keep about ourselves. Having magic in our blood. As well as turning into werewolves. Turning into a werewolf didn't come until we turned sixteen though. I couldn't wait for my time to change.

I was envious of my older brother when he got to change when he was sixteen. He was right there by my side three years later as well as my parents when it came time for me to. Running with the pack is breathtaking. Something I don't take for granted. Two years later we were there for my brother who changed for his first time.

A year later tragedy struck our pack. Hunters attacked while we were out on a run. Two of the parents got us kids to safety. My parents however both perished in the battle with the hunters. Hours later after we knew the hunters had gone one searching for the rest of us we came out of hiding and found our parents lifeless bodies. The blood spatters shining in the moonlight on the snow. This was one experience that I still have nightmares about.

I take nothing for granted anymore. Not after losing my parents. Our pack lost so much that night. One night I don't know if we will ever truly recover from. My baby brother is fifteen, and it will be awhile before he changes. My other brothers and I will be there for him. I know it hurts him knowing mom and dad won't be there for him like they were there for us, but we will help him get through this. We have become closer after losing our parents. As well as with the rest of the pack.

It had just turned midnight on New Years Eve as we welcomed in the new year when the earth started to move. I was confused as we didn't have earthquakes around here. I thought maybe the music that was reverating out of the speakers was causing it at first till it got worse and worse. Last thing I remember is the screams ringing in my ears.

When I woke up and looked outside I was shocked as we weren't in Devil's Lake anymore. Our pack house was there, but none of the scenery outside was the same. Going outside others were embarking from their buildings, and looking around in the same state of shock that we were. We were cut off from the rest of the world, and it looked like we were going to have to fight for our lives here.

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.