If one were to walk pass the common room of Jacob House on a particular afternoon where the sun was streaming in through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow to the room, they would see four humans fast asleep. (Of course, three of the four were not humans and were not actually asleep, but that's a small detail.) There would be a pale, skinny boy with white-blond hair who didn't look like anything else but a school-obsessed academic, so it would be a surprise to see him in the middle, surrounded almost like an adored ruler by the others. Or perhaps even a king.
At his feet, with his head pillowed in the blonde's lap, would be one who looked more like a girl than a boy, with long, lavender-blue tresses flowing wildly from his scalp and a bag of forgotten cookies spilled on the carpet. If one were to look closely enough, a few leftover crumbs could be seen on the corner of the beautiful boy's mouth.
On the blonde's left was another intellectual who wore a matching mantle, signifying his standing at the top of the school. He had short, wavy, seafoam-green hair and glasses that had slid down to dangle from the tip of his nose. Between him and the blonde, on both their laps, was a large book. If one were to look closer, they would see that the book was on magic and the occult, something the blond would be very embarrassed to have been caught reading, so it is good that he is fast asleep.
The blonde himself had his head resting on the shoulder of the one to his right. This male had black, spiky hair and a knowing smirk plastered on his face, softened only by the presence of the blond (which, of course, the observer would not know). Half-hidden behind the head of the blue-haired boy, the blond and black-haired boys have laced their fingers together, woven lightly but firmly. Again, the blond would be quite embarrassed if he were discovered in this compromising position, but the black-haired boy? Well, let's just say he wouldn't put up quite as much of a fuss.
This group of four looked so calm and peaceful that anyone who would happen upon them that afternoon was quick to leave them be. Such peace was rare to find in this day and age, and so it should be treasured when it could be obtained. After all, to the untrained eye, this group was completely at peace with the world. To the untrained eye, they would appear to be merely four friends who had fallen asleep on top of each other after a long and exhausting day and not the three rival candidates for Interim Ruler of Hell and their Elector that they actually were.