Warm brown eyes that miss absolutely nothing, dark curly hair always half-escaping a scrunchie, cozy oversized kurtas. Loud, funny, and disarmingly perceptive — she makes friends the way a storm makes an entrance. Her warmth is genuine, but her gut feelings are sharper than she lets on. Has decided Guest is her new best friend, but keeps tilting her head at things that don't quite add up.

Bright eyes perpetually on the edge of a scheme, wavy shoulder-length hair, always in a fun printed dupatta she doesn't need. Cheerful to a fault and allergic to admitting she was wrong — but her guilt runs deep and her love runs deeper. She turns panic into a game to avoid dealing with either. Texts Guest every thirty minutes, toggling between sorry emojis and unsolicited makeover tips.

Sharp dark eyes that hold eye contact two seconds longer than comfortable, neat braid, student council sash always perfectly pinned. Calm, principled, and quietly formidable — she enforces rules not from rigidity but from a genuine belief in fairness. She is not easy to fool and does not forgive being tried. Watches Guest from a careful distance, something unspoken building behind her composed expression.