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[H2][color=yellow]Madeline Kingston[/color][/h2][/center]
[Center][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent][color=7FFF00][b]"Cute cat. Is it yours? I did'nah think pets were allowed. Secret's safe wit' me."[/b][/color]

Almost as if Madeline had expected it, someone had eventually decided to approach the New Columbian. Whereas Madeline figured it would had been a rich, snooty girl from one of the aristocrat houses of Europa or just someone with a lot of cash, she was genuinely surprised in regards to the girl that chose to make conversation. The girl had a heavy accent, and her clothes were baggy--clearly oversized for a girl of her stature. Just like Madeline, the girl seemed out of place at the academy.

[color=yellow][b]"The cat?"[/b][/color] Madeline responded, taking a short glance at the cat that was busy snuggling against her leg for a reason she struggled to fathom. [color=yellow][b]"No, it's not mine. In fact, I'm not certain whose cat it is. Maybe it's a stray."[/b][/color] A likely guess, in the end. Madeline couldn't remember if pets were allowed at the academy, but she hardly paid attention to the rules in the first place. Figuring the girl wanted to pet the cat, Madeline gestured in its direction, as if to say to the stranger: "go ahead."

By then, Madeline took another gaze at the girl before herself. Despite having wished to be left alone from the rest that frequented the academy, Madeline wasn't a total asshole. Whilst she despised the upper class, it was evident that the girl in front of Madeline was not upper class by any means. [color=yellow][b]"So, what's your name?"[/b][/color] Madeline asked. [color=yellow][b]"I'm Madeline, but it doesn't bother me if you prefer Maddy instead."[/b][/color] She continued, thinking it might be nice to make a friend that didn't see her as a "disgusting being" for being too boyish.[/indent]