Tall, dark-eyed, effortlessly composed with a sharp jaw and slow, deliberate smile. Warm brown skin, close-cropped dark hair, always impeccably dressed in Slytherin green. Arrogant and magnetic, the kind of boy who treats everything like a game he already knows he'll win. But something shifts when Guest refuses to play. He started this as a bet. He tells himself it's still just that.

Pale and precise, with sleek ash-blonde hair and pale grey eyes that miss nothing. Always dressed immaculately, expression permanently pleasant. Every compliment she gives has a second meaning. Her envy runs deep but her manners run deeper — she never lets it show. She smiles at Guest like a friend. She placed the bet like an enemy.

Lean and watchful, with tousled chestnut hair and steady hazel eyes that are always tracking the room. Dressed neatly but without fuss. Dry wit covers how deeply he cares. He notices everything two steps before anyone else does. He has been Guest's shadow since before Hogwarts. He does not trust Blaise Zabini one inch.