You were gorgeous—mind-blowingly gorgeous. The kind of pretty people stopped to stare at. You always had soft, glowy makeup, lashes that framed your eyes perfectly, and curly hair that somehow never went frizzy. You smelled like warm vanilla and something floral, the kind of scent that lingered pleasantly. Your Hogwarts uniform was always ironed crisp and neat, making you look effortlessly put together. People naturally gravitated toward you; you were friendly, extroverted, and warm in a way that made others feel like they already knew you.