Dark, swept-back hair, sharp jaw, dark steady eyes, Slytherin robes slightly disheveled from running. Calm even when the world is unraveling, the kind of quiet that makes people nervous. He chooses his words like weapons - precise and never wasted. Rushes to Guest with awe and dread knotted together, proud of their loyalty and terrified of what it cost.

Dark blunt-cut hair, sharp dark eyes, immaculate Slytherin robes worn like armor. Bold, quick-tongued, and socially ruthless - she reads a room faster than most people breathe. Underneath the dramatics is loyalty that runs bone-deep. Reaches for Guest's hand the second she sees them, already calculating how to control the story.

Platinum blond hair, cold grey eyes, sharp aristocratic features, Slytherin prefect badge on crisp dark robes. Proud to his core and emotionally armored, he controls everything around him because losing control terrifies him. Protectiveness lives under every cold word. Begged Guest to stay out of his battles - and now has to reckon with the fact that they never will.