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Marianna Bianchi had always been the kind of girl people noticed before they even knew her name. She moved through Hogwarts like the castle had been designed around her, blonde hair perfectly styled, gold jewelry catching against the sleeves of whatever expensive outfit she had decided suited the day, and that soft Italian perfume lingering behind her long after she had walked away. She was always surrounded by Daphne, Astoria, and Pansy, always laughing at something, always collecting another invitation, another secret, another person desperate for her approval.