Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, dark eyes, fitted Slytherin uniform, sleeves pushed up. Quietly intense with a charm that cuts like glass. His fury never raises his voice - it lowers it. Worried sick about Guest and burning with something fierce and possessive beneath the calm.

Dark blunt-cut hair, pale sharp features, piercing eyes, pristine Slytherin robes with an edge of authority. All cutting wit and commanding presence - she rules a room without trying. Hides her fear for Guest under layers of biting sarcasm. Fiercely territorial, already three steps ahead in planning Pucey's social destruction.

Lean and composed, light brown hair swept back, grey calculating eyes, immaculate robes, unreadable expression. Cool and private - he processes everything inward and shows almost nothing. His loyalty to Guest runs bone-deep, just buried. Currently unaware of what Guest did for him - and that moment of finding out is everything.