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.
It's kind of hard to carry on a conversation while flying and invisible, but the view is still awesome. The Sphinx statue is in fact pretty nearby, and it's very impressive (though not nearly as impressive as Bella).
"Alas! You could take a picture of the top. If invisible cameras can even take pictures."
"Oh no, I'm delinquent in my travel planning duties! I shall have to retake the class over the summer."
"Journalists and public relations, maybe? And then all the other random jobs are Business majors?"
"Oh, yeah. Maybe different schools call it different things? I'm glad our school is only going to have one subject and a clear idea of what you can do with it."
"Yeah. Though the more we increase supply, the less money there'll be, after some point. That's probably a long way off, though, especially once the market expands to six billion people."
"Me neither. I've read some books, but they didn't all agree on everything and I don't know what magic is most closely analogous to anyway."
"It's convenient you're into it, imagine being the second to last dragon in the world and wishing you were, uh, bowling."
"Oh, wow, yeah, that would be awful. And the same goes for you, now that I think about it."