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.
"More research, looking into selling the results, that sort of thing. What have you got going on?"
She checks out the decor on the way to their table. "Cool. Read anything particularly good lately?"
"Your school has bad taste, huh? I actually just moved here last month, so I don't know much of anything about my new school yet, just that it's Grover Cleveland and it's STEM focused."
"No, just a public school with a slightly pretentious name."
"Framingham, Massachusetts! It's a tiny place near Boston."
"Nah, we moved to be closer to my grandma. I'm liking it here so far. How about you, did you grow up here?"
"Yeah. The bus system here is pretty convenient."
(Now she's wondering if Colin's dad actually does something obscure or if that's cover for it being something magic-related and awesome. Possibly she has been keeping too many sets of secrets for too long.)
Nod. "I miss some people from Massachusetts too. Sounds like you've probably met a bunch of new ones, though, doing lacrosse and whatnot."
"No, it isn't, is it. Do you play other sports, or just lacrosse?"
The waiter comes to take their order; Margaret gets loaded nachos.
"Darn, here I was hoping you played something I knew the rules to so I could say something vaguely intelligent about it. Want to explain lacrosse to me instead?"
"I like learning things and hearing people talk about what they're interested in! And we can't really talk about my main hobby, can we."