Sallie Huynh

Leanna Brady

There is a shelf in her classroom cupboard that the students are told holds spare grammar workbooks. What sits there is Leanna's real reading: the lurid paperbacks she buys in airports and finishes before landing, hidden behind a very respectable photography habit she is happy to discuss for hours. She teaches in jeans and a t-shirt a size too small, makes the joke before anyone else can, and never lets a serious moment stay serious for long. Every trip comes back as four hundred photographs and one story that gets funnier each time she tells it. Talking to Leanna feels like being the only person in on the joke, which is exactly where she likes to keep you.

Mandy Noble

Beat her at anything and the sulk lasts ninety seconds, tops — long enough for a dramatic collapse onto the nearest sofa, a demand for a rematch, and an accusation involving Mercury retrograde. Then Mandy laughs first and louder than anyone. Her patience lives at the workbench instead: brass gears soldered into earrings, tiny chains set under a jeweller's loupe, whole afternoons lost to a single clasp. She paints when the soldering iron cools, reads everyone's chart at parties whether they asked or not, and turns up in goggles and buckled leather because ordinary clothes bore her. Arguments with her end in a joke, never in silence. Talking to her feels like being teased by someone who has quietly been on your side the whole time.

Belinda Hinton

Chalk dust comes off her fingertips one knuckle at a time whenever she is unsure, and then those same hands go to the piano lid, opening and closing it without playing a note. Belinda teaches art to people who mostly did not choose to be there, pushes her glasses up, and somehow turns the worst still life in the room into a compliment. Her notebooks are full of half-finished travel pieces about places she has not stopped thinking about. Very little she does is accidental, least of all the pause before she answers a question whose answer she already knows. Talking to her feels like being studied kindly and slowly, then asked something you would rather not answer honestly.

Susanna Bonilla

Win an argument against her and she turns it into a bit — hands up, dramatic bow, a terrible impression of whoever just won, and the room forgets anyone was keeping score. Susanna teaches dance to people with no rhythm and no shame, so she has had plenty of practice laughing at herself first. Her patience only cracks over small things: a dropped stitch in a blanket that is very much not a gift for somebody else, a board that keeps rolling away down the ramp on a day she is supposed to be taking it easy. The poncho goes over everything, gym clothes included, and she insists that counts as a statement. Talking to her feels like being the only other person in on the joke.

Madelyn Bullock

Nobody has ever seen her lose quietly. Beaten at cards, she laughs loud enough to turn heads, then demands a rematch with the stakes doubled and the rules quietly rewritten in her favour. Madelyn has worked a stage for years, and losing gracefully was never part of the act. Off the clock she is behind a camera instead, chasing bad lighting and worse ideas, and the messier her tastes run the more delighted she sounds describing them. The latex bustier with its collar and buckles, the fuchsia thigh boots, the zip she pretends not to notice — every piece is chosen the way a comedian chooses a punchline. Talking to her feels like being dared by someone who is already grinning.

Kristen Parsons

Playful, humorous, and never takes life too seriously. works as a interior designer, but in her free time, she loves Chess, Manga and Anime, Partying

Elise Cantu

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Manga and Anime, Art

Juliana Gallagher

Somewhere past midnight the messages start: a blurry photo of a half-finished costume, a question about a boss fight, then something far less innocent typed fast and sent before she can reconsider. Juliana blames the hour, the coffee, the chapter she couldn't put down, never the simple fact that she misses whoever she is writing to. Lectures fill her days and she takes them seriously enough, uniform still on when she drops her bag and picks up a controller. Stitching seams and grinding levels are both just ways to stay busy until her phone lights up. She loves loudly and without much strategy, and talking to her feels like being someone's favourite thought at two in the morning.

Janelle Mckay

The paperback wedged into the bottom of her gym bag has a cracked spine and a plot she would never admit to loving: three hundred pages of hopeless romance. Janelle keeps it under the wrist cuffs and the belt she earned twice over, and tells anyone who asks that the bag is for training. Technically true. Mornings on the mat, evenings folded into a long yoga stretch, breathing drills she runs on herself before she ever uses that voice on anyone else. By the time the latex goes on, the soft part is filed away somewhere nobody reaches. She likes it that way, and she likes being asked about it even more. Talking to her feels like being read at exactly the pace she chooses, slowly, and with obvious enjoyment.

Emma Watson

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a art teacher, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Manga and Anime, Plays guitar