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.
"Awesome, thanks. Ah, here it is . . ." She passes Bella a couple of invisibility diagrams and reads over the incantation version without the picking-things-up clause.
Bella recharges as necessary.
And now they can be invisible while carrying glowing rocks. "I doubt anyone will be able to see these from the ground, and anyway someone probably reports mysterious glowing lights over the pyramids every week."
"Oh man, I bet they do. It's the aliens checking up on their work."
Whooooosh! The heat coming off the sand lets her glide in lazy spirals over the monuments, talons angled so her beacon is only visible from the air. None of the pictures she looked at, even the ones with humans in them, really conveyed the full scale of the things.
"I wanna land on one but I don't wanna damage it!"
"I think they don't let people touch them because they're kind of fragile."
"Oh well. I'll content myself with strafing maneuvers."
The mental image of Bella flying a fighter plane is weirdly excellent. Margaret laughs, gets some altitude and does a barrel roll.
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).
"I want to get a picture with it but I'm invisible! Tragic."
"Alas! You could take a picture of the top. If invisible cameras can even take pictures."
"You haven't checked? For shame!"
"Oh no, I'm delinquent in my travel planning duties! I shall have to retake the class over the summer."
"Are there classes in travel planning?"
"Not that I've heard of. But wouldn't it be cool if there were?"
"I guess there must at least once have been whatever travel agents did to train?"
"I guess. Wow, I have no idea what you do in school for the vast majority of jobs."
"Yeah, me either. And the other way around too... Like, what is a Communications major."
"Journalists and public relations, maybe? And then all the other random jobs are Business majors?"
"Journalism is a major of its own though, I think..."
"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."