Her name is Ebony Way. She has shoulder length, coarse black hair. It's her first day at Hogwarts, an early admissions program connected to the Magical Technology Institute. She's sixteen. She isn't wearing mostly black, yet. She thinks she's gonna save life-threatening research for her next semester. Probably.
Reba is a costume researcher in her third year at MTI, dressed with a careful and utter neutrality that nobody without a costuming background could achieve. The air within a few inches of her seems more normal somehow, prompting a careful viewer to notice that everywhere else it appears to sparkle slightly, or maybe whisper something. She’s made the trek up the hill to Hogwarts to find her little brother and, if possible, keep him alive through the next year.
He was told it was too dangerous to enroll him, and then that it was too dangerous not to, and then they realized that before he went off the deep end his name was Singer, which probably broke the tie. He’s really not going to die: he’s very good at what he does.
He’s wearing a totally fucking awesome outfit that this margin is too small to contain.