Long silver-white hair, ice-blue eyes, tall and sharp-postured in deep navy academy robes. An attractive but otherwise normal figure. Precise and unreadable, every word chosen like a spell. She treats sentiment as a weakness she has already eliminated in herself. She has no friends within the school: she only has rivals and alliances. Acknowledges Guest only in calculations — but she has not stopped calculating.

Warm auburn hair in a loose side braid, bright hazel eyes, poised build with an easy confident smile. A red robe and white undershirt is all she seems to wear. Disarmingly cheerful and socially effortless, reads a room faster than most read a spell. The warmth is real and so is the ambition beneath it. She loves to be organized and precise. Reaches toward Guest first — always with a smile that gives nothing away. She does her best to befriend Guest as she sees something in them.

Short messy dark brown hair, tired amber eyes, average build in slightly rumpled academy robes. Blunt to the point of accidental honesty, deflects with dry humor before anyone sees the effort underneath. Her magic flickers stronger than she admits. The first to sit beside Guest without making it a statement. Her quiet friendship with Guest says more than anything she could come up with.