One of the teachers has a necklace. A girl in her math class. A boy in her art class.

"Hi," says Kevin.

"Who's that?" asks one of Kevin's friends.

"This is Margaret from gym."

"Sure am. I don't think we've met; tell me about yourself?"

"I'm Tom," says Kevin's friend. "I'm Kevin's friend." Tom is not wearing a necklace.

"Good to meet you, Tom." She looks at both of them. "How're your days going?"

"Going okay," says Kevin. Tom nods.

"Cool, cool. I'm thinking of going to the arcade after school today, get some ice cream, play some games. Want to come?"

"Are you asking me out?" says Kevin.

"Nah, not like a date, just hanging out." 

"I guess I could go for like a little while," says Kevin.

"Cool. Got any guesses what we're doing in gym today?" She'll make small talk and eat her lunch for a while.

"I heard it was gonna be running," says Kevin. He too makes small talk and doesn't say even one thing about dragons.

She arranges a meeting spot with Kevin after school. Gym is in fact running; she makes sure her medallion is thoroughly wedged down her gym shirt and wonders if exercising in one of her shapes makes the other one tired. They don't seem to need to eat separately, so there's clearly some sort of interaction.

At the arcade Kevin continues to be pretty dull company. They play DDR. He shows her some other games. He doesn't mention his necklace or anything about dragons.

That's alright; the goal was to get him relatively alone. She lets her medallion fall out of her shirt during DDR.

"Huh," he says when he spots it. "Where'd you get that?"

"I found it in a relative's attic", she says, tucking it back away. "I really like it; I never take it off."

"Can I see?"

"Yeah, okay." She fishes the medallion out again and holds it out, keeping a tight grip on it in case he makes a grab for it for some reason.

He doesn't grab it, but he squints at it, and then some visible but unclear change in his opinion comes over him. "You wanna sell me that? I know a place that'll pay weirdly lots of money for things like that."

And right back into the shirt it goes. "No way. It was my great-grandmother's, it's important to me. I'd actually like to learn more about it, though, none of us know where she got it. So if you know a guy who has more like it, I wouldn't mind talking to him."

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Have you ever seen one like it anywhere? For that matter, can I see your necklace? I noticed it in gym class, I bet it looks pretty neat."

"Mine's a medical alert necklace, it's not interesting."

She sighs. "Listen, we both know more than we're letting on. What if I told you this wasn't just a normal necklace? Because I also have medical reasons for keeping mine on all the time." If he doesn't know what she's talking about he'll conclude that she's nuts, but in that case she doesn't lose more than an already pretty fake acquaintanceship.

He squints at her.