"Es tut mir leid, I fear that I will be taking over here. Do not expect a fairytale, though if you have anything working up there you should be aware that most stories are not."
"Names are not necessarily the beginning of everything. This has been proven by multiple women who have had multiple one night stands and ended up with a bun in the oven. Or oft even, buns in the oven."
"Sadly, my mutti Zilla was one of these. One drunken mistake was all that was needed for her life to enter a world of struggle...one that flashed through her eyes a little too fast for one's liking. Everything I know of her is frustratingly obscure."
"I came to being in Nördlingen. Mutti did not want to give me her surname, so she named me after the place. If she had any comprehensible reason on why, she never told me or I forgot. I do not recall her telling me why she named me Psyche, but my best bet is that she was intrigued with the subject of soul and mind."
"I spent the next four years with her in an old bungalow in Rheine. My memories are scarce on this, so I fear there is not much to say. I do not remember if I was happy, or sad, or frustrated with the ways things were. Mutti worked a job I also cannot recall. I was indeed a mere toddler then, but still, the lack of emotion that the thought of my past begets is frankly disturbing."
"This is where my memory utterly fails me. The part where Mutti died. I cannot remember anything besides the smell of blood and beer and the sounds of breaking glass. I cannot remember who took me to the orphanage. And...judge me if you will, I'd rather it stay that way. Some memories, I believe wholeheartedly, are simply not to be remembered."
"Unexpectedly, my memories are clearer from there. I remember fighting with the other orphans, vexing them to tantrums, and being a general, ah, "pain in the a**". I will not try to justify my behavior now. I admit that it was a little over the top. All I can try to assure you is that no, I will not be freezing your underwear nor dressing the frozen turkey in real clothes nor dumping all my meat pies into the running washing machine."
"Bullies made their futile attempts at me and almost immediately regretted it. I was not strong nor big, but I was wily enough to get back at them before they even struck. Instead of painting and drawing and writing, my creativity was expressed through my own style of fighting back. I did and still do not like to think of myself as violent... at least for the most part. Life is hard, and we must rise up to face it, ja?"
"Magic came to me in short, but explosive and ostentatious bursts. Why, I do not know. I was never invested in such flamboyance. Notwithstanding, it made its first performance when I suddenly forced a hush onto a room of clamorous fellow orphans. Hardly a week later, I received my acceptance to EESM by means of the first witch I would ever meet. In no time, I was whisked off to a world of magic that was undoubtedly more grim that what was depicted in storybooks. And I loved it."
"My school days were a blur. I have sufficient reason to believe I was almost put into Vorobyov, but at the last moment I was judged to be...good enough for Mielkutè. Few of my House mates bothered with me, and those who did impatiently became bored and left me alone. I was fine being alone and friendless. You could say it was my way of life. To this day I do not think of myself as a loner. I did not choose it, and I did not dissuade people from approaching, but nor did I encourage them. Studies devoured most of my time, and my own exploits chewed away ravenously at the rest. I thought I would retain that routine for the following years. I was wrong."
"'Dropping in' was and is not my operandi, and I doubt it will ever be. However, I have yet to coin a term that is as appropriate for the situation as it is. Both literally and figuratively, I dropped into Edmund Schmidt's life when I slipped and fell from a tree I had been so ardently climbing and on top of his back."
"Allow me to make one thing clear first - I do not like males. I am more mistrustful of them. If I were a buck-passer, I would blame my missing father figure for this. Mutti was at least there for me for a short time. Vatti, on the other hand...ah, well, you should know that some grudges are hard not to harbor, no matter how clear it is that certain things are not worth pining over."
"EESM was an unbelievably tolerating school to its students. Otherworldly events happened on a daily basis. So I suppose that it was normal that Edmund did not freak at the unforeseen meeting. I had heard of the Schmidt family. Who had not? What I did not expect was the boy becoming my friend."
"Edmund ignored my facade. He seemed to...see through it, in a way. He paid more heed to my words and my actions than how I simply seemed to be. I found out he was a pyromaniac soon enough, and he came to the revelation that I was more Mielkutè than I let up to be. Pardon the personification, but I believe that was the first time I had ever experienced friendship bloom."
"I am not a clingy person, so that crisis was deftly evaded. I might have overheard a snide remark or two about how he had managed to befriend the loner, and said speaker might have had an accident the following morning at breakfast. I may have always preferred the company of animals to the company of humans, but that gave them no right to question me."
"Admittedly, things were more chipper from then on. It was a relief to share my ideas with someone else for a change. Edmund always knew where to find me, except for one time. That was when he discovered I was - and I quote - '"snitch"ier than any Snitch' he'd ever seen when on a broom. I had never considered myself endowed with any Quidditch talent, and only had gotten on a broom on rare occasions. That same year, Edmund convinced me to try out for Seeker. To my surprise, I attained the spot."
"Everything went smoothly up until fourth year, when my friend's love of fire began charring away at his own reputation. When he was officially booted from the team, I had my mind set on leaving the team of my own accord. Though Ed appreciated the gesture, he was highly against my planned proposition. As a result, I stayed."
"I suppose...I am still at fault here. Perhaps I should have discouraged him. Or at least asked him to tone it down. Alas, there is no point on dwelling on such thoughts now, when all has gone and past. Or is there? I do not know...but I might as well skip ahead and come to the crossroads. A half decade of learning had passed when Edmund was expelled. As I have said before, EESM had brooked the many shenanigans of its students amiably, and it was unusual for this to happen. What does matter is that it did happen. For the first and only time, I was at a loss for thoughts, words, and actions on what to do."
"Ah, the irony of two planetary staples being wrenched from my grasp by the same thing. Fire has not and never has needed to be destructive, but it appears that forces keep at work to make it seem that way. When ashes claimed the school, I thought I had nowhere to turn to."
"Durmstrang, however, came to my aid. I believe they started rounding up the surviving students and offered them a place. What choice did I have? Leave forever, or suffer in a completely new environment? I do not give up so easily. Reluctantly, I transferred to continue my schooling."
"It was strenuous to realize that EESM was far more superior. Durmstrang refused to allow me my weapons (what? A girl must defend herself, liebe.) and confiscated them. I trudged through my remaining years in solitude, though I did keep contact with Edmund when I could. On more than one occasion, I was harassed for the lack of evidence provided to ascertain my blood purity. After I dealt with those bigots, I must say, the classroom was pleasantly more quiet."
"By my fifth year, I had already decided that I did not want to take my NEWTs. The whole schoolgirl theme was becoming tedious and I wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. Being an October birth meant I was left behind. I must have let something slip in my new school, for the news reached the deputy headmistress' ears and I was sent for. She wove a lucrative but convincing argument and offered a proposition that I doubted I could decline."
"My next summers were full to the brim of note-taking and vigorous exercises, both mental and physical. I was adopted by my professor who assisted me in them. By my seventeenth birthday, when I should have just entered my seventh year, I finished all my studies...magical and Muggle. It was no easy feat, mind you, for I was robbed of two summers of my life. Regardless, I reasoned to myself that it was well worth the chance to seek my path earlier."