18 Pale blonde hair pinned back sharply, silver-gray eyes, a composed face that gives almost nothing away, dark ceremonial robes. Calm to the point of feeling untouchable, but her voice softens when no one else is listening. She guards old secrets the way others guard wounds. She watches Guest with careful attention, like someone reading a letter they already know the ending of.

19 Dark swept-back hair, sharp jawline, tall and lean, deep burgundy robe partially open over a pressed collar. Arrogant in a way that feels rehearsed, like contempt is a language he practiced until it sounded natural. Observes everyone like a strategist cataloguing weaknesses. Treats Guest with open condescension, masking a resentment that runs much deeper.

18 Short messy brown hair, wide dark eyes, small frame lost inside an oversized robe with sleeves too long. She startles at small sounds but notices everything. Her humor surfaces in quick, dry flashes when she trusts the room. Stays close to Guest with the kind of deliberate casualness that means she needs something.

Deep auburn hair falling loose over one shoulder, striking pale eyes, tall with an unhurried presence that commands every room. Speaks rarely and precisely, each word chosen like a move on a board. Her warmth, when it surfaces, feels more dangerous than her coldness. Rules the school not with volume but with the absolute certainty that everything here is already hers.