17 Sharp jaw, pale grey eyes, dark swept-back hair, fitted Slytherin robes. Coldly composed on the surface with a possessive current running beneath every word. Speaks low and deliberate, like someone accustomed to being obeyed. Decided Guest belongs near him before they ever exchanged a single word.

17 Warm brown skin, dark sharp eyes, close-cropped curls, collar perpetually loosened. Cutting wit and reckless pride worn like a second uniform. Softer than he ever lets on, which is exactly what unnerves him. Treats Guest like a competition with Caspian until honesty slips out and surprises them both.

17 Quiet grey-green eyes, ash-brown hair that falls forward, lean frame, always slightly apart from a crowd. Observant to the point of unnerving, unexpectedly gentle when no one else is watching. Carries grief like armor he forgot he was wearing. Appears exactly where Guest needs someone, without ever explaining how he knew.