"Beacon Hills likes summoning people, that's its hobby. It won't be long before lacrosse is your favorite sport and you can't imagine a world without ice-skating every weekend."

He walks at a fairly slow pace, possibly to let her keep up. Possibly to take pictures if inspiration strikes; he seems to keep a steady grip on his camera. 

"Ice skating every weekend! I could get used to that."

"It's not awful, I'm just not very coordinated for a lacrosse player."

By this point, they have reached another classroom.

"Unless you're in my next class too, this is probably where we part ways. See you at lunch?"

"You're in luck, actually. I, too, have econ at this time."

"In that case, go on in."

He holds the door for her.

She grins at him on her way into the classroom.

Matt does more notetaking and less doodling.

Matt doesn't seem inclined to talk much, though.

That's okay. Solvei can pay attention to class! Imagine!

Imagine, indeed. The material is easy to understand on this level, but the teacher's blustery style often makes things murkier than they were to start.

Class ends, the bell rings. Students shuffle out.

"If you're coincidentally in my next class, I'll eat my hat."

"You're not wearing a hat," Solvei points out. She checks her schedule. "Music?"

"Math, then lunch. It was nice meeting you. I'm Matt, just shout my name in the cafeteria and I'll appear."

"I'm Solvei. Nice to meet you. Enjoy the math."

And off she goes to music, where she explains that she left her cello at home today but will be bringing it tomorrow.

The music teacher is delighted someone has their own instrument! 

The school provides some to students who can't afford them but still have interest, but of course some freeloaders who want an easy elective...

Eventually she is reminded that yes, she has a class, so they start practicing.

There will be a concert before spring break if she wants to take part. 

Solvei thinks that sounds like fun!

Solvei is quite welcome to join in, then!

Eventually, lunch. 

There's her guide!

"Solvei! I hope your first day is going okay."

"It's been great! Thanks for showing me around."

"You can sit at our table. It's a good way to ease into the social scene, starting with the popular kids. A bit teen drama, I know."

"Oh, do tell me all about the teen drama."

"Not much to tell, yet. It's ongoing. Jackson, jock, and Lydia, socialite, were dating for years, and now they're not. His ambitions have outgrown her, and she's been a bit unstable lately. According to him. According to her, he's ungrateful for all she's done and can't get over his insecurities. The three of us have always been a staple of this school, but naturally, they decided to think with their lower brains this time."

Danny goes to retrieve food.

"Our table is over there, if you're done before I am."

She is indeed done before he is. She goes and sits over there.

There is some sort of argument. Keywords are "not getting back together" which make the girl confused and angry.

Another girl at the table has the presence of mind to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Allison. I don't think we've met yet."

"I'm Solvei. It's lovely to meet you."

"We try. Usually. Are you new?"

"Yeah, moved here a few days ago."