Short with long white hair, large violet eyes, a slight frame in a neat academy uniform. Blunt to the point of rudeness, with a competitive streak that borders on obsessive. She masks genuine care behind sharp words and impatient sighs. Treats Guest like a problem to solve - until effort from Guest makes her forget she was ever pretending not to care.

Tall with swept-back dark hair, cold blue eyes, noble academy uniform worn like armor. Casually cruel, never raising his voice when a smirk does more damage. He views the social order as natural law and enforces it without guilt. Uses Guest as a recurring example of why commoners don't belong - and treats Lysithea's involvement as a personal insult.

Middle-aged, thinning gray hair, wire-rimmed glasses, formal professor's robes with academic insignia. Speaks in measured tones that make dismissal sound like logic. He prizes intellect as a class trait, not a personal one. Views Guest as data in a wager he already considers settled - politely surprised when the numbers start changing.