|| "There were four of us. I was the only girl, and I was the youngest. Alan, Rick, and Manny were all males, and I was forever giggling about how Ma named all three of them after Alan Rickman."
–Aspirin on her family
As dysfunctional as it was, a family residing in Celle, Lower Saxony, Germany was undoubtedly one of the most refreshing things that had happened to the place. Strictly from the members' point of view.
Mechtilde was the matriarch and a proud mother of a brood of twenty-five children. She'd had five husbands, all of which whom had divorced her within a couple of years. Least to say, she had a questionable taste in men and a burden of regret for becoming a teenage mom. Nonetheless, she never took out her frustrations on her kids and raised them with all the unconditional love she could muster. With help from her best friend Ulrich, better known to the kids as Uncle Ulli, she made ends meet and still found time to spend with her children.
Her eldest child had been born when she was fifteen, and by the time she was thirty, she had borne twenty-four more to four other men who deserted her once they couldn't handle finding more and more wages to keep her kids alive, the jacka**es. After the last jerk left her, Mechtilde screwed her head back on tight and married Ulrich platonically.
Six children were spawned from each marriage, except for the last two and it was...despondently avoided. A check up at the hospital indicated that Mechtilde could never have another kid after her miscarriage. The loss was mourned, but some of the older kids couldn't resist the guilty relief that they would not need to babysit one more.
Money was a hard matter, seeing as feeding and clothing them all took its toll. Thus, with a renewed resolve, Mechtilde yanked herself out of depression and pulled herself together. She had had to work overtime in the ink factory since her last child's birth, and even with Ulli's help, their struggles did not cease.
As soon as a kid graduated, they pitched in to help their parents and got jobs as early as fifteen. The Auttenbergs were closely knit, idiosyncratic, and magical. All of them were of mixed blood as Mechtilde was a half-blood, and surely magic did alleviate the many pains they encountered over the years.
It wasn't enough to save them.
By the time everything was done and over with, Aspirin had wished she hadn't been such a selfish, selfish little girl and sneaked out of the house to find her working mother. It had been a bad day, with AlanRickManny teasing her incessantly about her lisp. It was technically her mother's fault for insisting that Aspirin should try speaking instead of signing all the time, and it should've turned out okay, but the lisp ruined things.
Only her mother, dear sweet Mechtilde, ignored it. Every time Aspirin went to her in near-tears about it, Mechtilde would simply hold her and tap out .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- — Morse code for "I love you." This was exactly what she had wanted to see her mother do when she stormed out that fateful day. She knew she should have been patient, knew she should've waited, because if she had they would all still be alive.
Everything was a myriad of whirling colors. Everything. Only when the fires were out, and soot-covered crying Aspirin was hauled out of the ink barrel she had taken refuge, was when she realized that she could hear and feel what the firemen were feeling. They were mere glimpses and flashes, but everything was so overwhelming. Their worry and their determination flooded over her, and her narcolepsy was triggered and she collapsed.
When she finally awoke in a Muggle hospital bed, she was informed that her mother and her three full siblings who had gone after her had died in the fire. Her survival was a miracle - no one else had escaped their fiery deaths. Her first act of magic, she had distantly realized. But she had, with the most terrible price to pay. During the entire exchange, Aspirin dropped into unconsciousness several times out of pure anguish.
Tragedy seemed to have had her marked when on the very same day, it was reported that the rest of her half-siblings had been killed in a gas explosion. A few of the corpses were never located. (Aspirin suspected foul play, or Nadia was playing with the stove again.) Then life just decided "Hey, let's torture her a little more!" or something definitely along those lines because when her stepfather came to pick her up the next morning, he got caught in a highway pileup and whoop-de-do...died too.
So the shivering brunette little girl watched as everyone she cared about snatched from her grasp in less than 48 hours. It could've been worse, she supposed, but that did not make the pain any less to deal with. The wizarding authorities eventually came by once she had physically recovered (mentally, not so much) and swept her off to Lil Bundles.
It took time to get used to the whispers in her head whenever she was around people, and the sudden surges of emotion that weren't hers knocking her unconscious. Somehow Aspirin hid this, this horrendous "gift" granted to her. It was more of a curse, and it always would be. Her narcolepsy did not help to make the road smooth at all.
Like all magical children, Aspirin of course received a letter to a school of magic. The caretakers were reluctant to let her go, as even after all those years, she was and always had been fragile no matter what her exterior. A will of her mother was recovered and its contents gleaned, and it clearly requested that the little girl be sent to Beauxbatons. Seeing this as a sign, Aspirin begged to go, however much she wondered how her mother ever found the time to write a will while taking care of all of her kids and working a strenuous job.
Maybe the following years could be counted as her happiest. Aspirin wreaked havoc in her own special way, learning that she had a knack with Muggle technology and baking. Yes, baking
. A love for Disney was also unearthed during an interesting incident with a fried plasma TV and a DVD recorder. Who would have ever guessed? On one fateful day, she met Tilly Evans, an undoubtedly younger girl who she connected awfully well. Their huge families (or once huge, in Aspirin's case) were a sure mutual understanding. Her health shot up to astonishing heights during her first three school years, but slowly began to deteriorate with the approach of her fourth. With a quick decision, Aspirin decided to transfer over to Hogwarts
and tackle hug the life out of Jessie and Jesse and Eeku and Zel, though they probably wouldn't like that.