Don't ask Luciana Montagna for stories about 1851 or anything like that, this young, Italian vampiress is unfortunately as youthful as she appears. Her parents, Francesco and Chiara, met at a protest for vampire equality, ironically, proving you didn't have to be a vampire to agree. Francesco strictly wasn't participating
in it, not that he didn't agree, until the Ministry intervened. Chiara grabbed his arm (it's not as terrible as it sounds) and very loudly and possibly quite impolitely
asked him to get her out of there. So, they don't really have a romantic meeting story, they just met over a getaway Apparation. How the details happened, Luciana doesn't quite remember, but somehow they fell in love (she really doesn't understand this love stuff, okay?) and had their first child in February 2014. They lived in the stereotypically richer northern half of Italy, which was on occasion true, with the power quickly moving to Milan - but that's all unification history from the "states" of Italy, just a reminder she was not
She was a normal-ish child, perhaps a little more reserved and an easier child to raise. Less demanding of attention. That was, until she nearly exploded in sparks after bumping into another child, chasing after a younger sibling, Mathieu, who was heading towards a road. Her parents had to do it, since the sudden magic had taken the girl aback. She was about six years old, and the bumping into led into an argument about safety, and where had those sparks come from? Luckily, the other kid's parent presumed they'd made it up and was just relieved Mathieu was safe. Her younger brother was, however, pissed when the number of magical outbursts and his parents' general magic usage went on the up, messing up the technology around the house to some degree.
At eleven years old, when the magic outbursts finally came to an end with her wand in hand, Luciana was off to the most convenient magical school - Castelobruxo. Beauxbatons was too prissy, Ilvermorny too far away, and Durmstrang...Durmstrang was even further if you looked at it, and too harsh for their liking.
Childhood with no vampire stress is not something she remembers well, purely because of, well, the stress. Seeing bad times and purely the pain from being bitten initially and the pain of the oncoming transformation, suffering alone out in a back alley having wandered off from her parents during this previous summer. That had proved to be the ultimate message for stranger danger despite being out in the Muggle side of Milan, accidentally coming across a vampire who had chosen the mundane world to quench his thirst for blood to avoid getting caught, or at least tried to. He'd just drained his first victim, a middle-aged businessman, it appeared - and he was granted the gift of the fourteen year old's distraction, just before her father (he was good at finding her) pulled her away from the hungry vampire.
But from the searing pain in her neck, she'd been able to tell it was too late - pulling away, and running, she can remember that she doesn't regret a thing. So, she went into the wizarding half of Milan she'd been shown so many times, and that was when she lost her wand on a trip to the Milan equivalent of St. Mungo's, her fifth year and chance of wizarding qualifications of any description at Castelobruxo jeopardised. Not lost as in lost. As soon as it was clear she was to become a vampire, the former witch lost her right to magic and it was snapped before her eyes. A wand was a companion, and she was certain it was no longer safe to return to her family. Upon receiving the 'adjusting to being a vampire' leaflet handed to her, Luciana began to notice that many more aspects of Italian lifestyle would not be possible in her situation. The life she'd enjoyed prior to now practically gone.
That sudden realisation that this lifestyle was not going to work came from this obscenely blatant "life sucks" propaganda and the opposite entirely; the excessive amount of sympathy radiating from this woman while Luciana lay on her side, half of her reading the advice given, the rest of the attention on the broken pieces of wand, or shards rather. You couldn't repair it, and if Luciana was honest, she was more worried about getting splinters if she picked up the pieces. She'd asked to keep it, and while she wasn't used to being overly sentimental
that's a lie she was so damn sentimental before the change, she blames it on her heart stopping she felt some kind of connection to it, the beginning of the first, interesting new life as opposed to the second one fuelled by agony and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It came in points, leading to the realisation that life in Italy was blatantly impossible. The first of these was the absolute inability to eat garlic, which was obscene since an overwhelming majority of Italian dishes contained it, and she didn't want to accidentally die because she'd eaten garlic. Of course, there was retracting the fangs, saying she had a deficiency, and that she was allergic to garlic - but that seemed kind of suspicious, or it might have just been her being paranoid. That, and retracting the fangs was kind of painful at that point. As for traces of incidents she'd heard about from severely allergic people (to other things) she didn't want to risk those. It was an acquired taste, but she had acquired it to say the least.
The second was the lack of reflection. It had become routine to look great for everything she did, mostly accountable to beauty standards of girls her age and year. Being susceptible to this...she doesn't really know why, but Italian beauty standards were quite set, as were those of her yearmates. Now, she couldn't even rely on a mirror to look at to fix herself up. She supposes she's meant to look more naturally beautiful as a perk of this whole thing, but it doesn't make her immune to awful bedheads or scrapes or anything like that. How're you meant to clean blood off your chin?
The third was sunlight. Milano was so sunny that people were pessimistic when it hadn't rained in a while. Save always hiding inside with the curtains closed and letting the chips fall where they may, she was left with little option to move to somewhere...milder. After her newborn thirst was quenched from blood banks, and the organisations of more with the British Ministry, as well as her forced re-meet with her parents, they moved across. She'd had English knowledge from classes with her parents and Castelobruxo (which she'd also had to learn Spanish for, so sometimes she'll speak some mishmash of the three, damn) so the language barrier was less of a problem.
In the early days she'd consume more blood than she needed to lower the risk of her attacking anyone - she'd feel awful if she did, not to mention that it would make her a criminal of sorts. At one of these blood bank situations, the Montagna family came across the Wilde family, or rather oldest sibling Mississippi, bringing her sister Marie-Aurelie along for a re-stock. This meeting was awkward, to say the least, but upon learning of the nature of the Wilde family...she spent a lot of time there. Marie and one of her siblings, Rachelle, tended to understand her troubles and this concreted more secure feelings that are beginning to take hold. Marie is probably her best friend, since neither are social, and Luciana tries to appreciate that her story isn't as tragic as her friends. The Wildes make her feel less like a freak, and it's worth the companionship when everyone goes to Hogwarts and they're just alone.