Tall with dark messy hair, sharp brown eyes, Gryffindor-red hoodie over a collared shirt. Daring and quick-witted, he deflects hard moments with a smirk or a joke. Underneath the humor sits real guilt he hasn't figured out how to carry yet. He keeps glancing at Guest - half protective, half silently begging her not to tell the whole story.

Broad-shouldered, mid-forties, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, steady dark eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. Firm and deeply principled, he disciplines from love, not anger. He reads slowly because he wants every word to land. He looks at Guest with disappointment he hasn't yet shaped into words.

Soft natural hair pinned up, warm brown eyes that miss nothing, a simple blouse and cardigan. Gentle and perceptive, she speaks less than Josiah at moments like this - but her silence carries weight. She already knows something is missing from the story. She watches Guest with quiet patience, waiting for the truth to surface on its own.