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Margaret Peregrine is a high school sophomore. Most of the time, she's either at school, at the school robotics club, at the school chess club, or doing schoolwork. Today, she's cleaning out her late great-grandmother's attic.
Margaret in Medallion
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"Extinct but not fake, huh. What on Earth is your deal, then, I had you pegged as another one and you're clearly in on whatever's going on."
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"Pegasi exist too? I guess that's not actually much weirder than dragons, but can you prove it the same way I did?"
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"Alright. Can you introduce me to some of them? I want to learn more about how . . . all of this . . . works, and there's only so much I can figure out experimenting on myself."
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"Can we tell them I'm a normal person who figured you out somehow, or will that freak them out too?"
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"Can I pretend to be something that isn't extinct? And what kind of trouble would you get in, is there a secret Pegasus government or do you just mean your friends would be mad at you?"
"I don't know what else would look enough like a dragon. - there's like a secret nonhuman government, it's not just pegasi. I think the lions or some of the lions have their own thing too."
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"Lions . . . are people wearing medallions? I thought they were normal animals? Or do you mean some people turn into dragons and pegasi and stuff and other people turn into animals there are real ones of?"
"They're not like regular lions, there's... bohemian and nemean and.... heraldic? And I dunno if griffins count and there's a lot of kinds of those... and there might be lion totems but they probably would live in Africa..."
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"See, there's all this stuff I don't know. Can you just tell me where to find more secret magic people and I won't tell anybody you're the one who told me and you won't tell anybody I'm a dragon? Maybe there are secret magic people websites I could lurk on and then nobody would be able to tell."
"An Avalon is like a critter neighborhood, for people who don't have medallions mostly. I forget what it's called exactly, like where the hyphens go, but I think it comes up if you search for it with enough close-enough words?"
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"I got one that looked like it might be it earlier but it needed a password to see anything, do you remember a password?"
"Oh, yeah, it's Avalon but the O is a zero and then there's numbers... I think it's eight eight six two six."
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She runs over to where she left her backpack next to the DDR machine and grabs a notebook and pen to write this down. "Great, thank you. And where's the nearest Avalon to here?"
"You know the abandoned movie theater? If you go through the alley next to it there's a door that says 'Danger, Electrical Equipment, Authorized Personnel Only', and you knock and prove you know what's actually behind there to the doorman and they let you in."
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"That'd be the abandoned movie theater on Washington? Got it." She writes this down too. "Thanks so much. I'll leave your name out of everything until you say it's okay."
