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[H2][color=yellow]Madeline Kingston[/color][/h2][/center]
[Center][hr][color=gray][b]Dɪɴɪɴɢ Hᴀʟʟ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ[/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent]It just had to be Madeline out of all people!

Madeline had no idea who this girl was or might be, nor did the New Columbian cared to find out. She had wanted to be left alone, but it that seemed Madeline had pressed her luck and lost to fate. Making a mental note to avoid jinxing herself in the future, Madeline waved dismissively towards the girl.

[b][color=yellow]"Be my guest,"[/color][/b] Madeline replied with a bored tone. The girl in question had spoken about an acquaintance, so Madeline figured she would have someone to talk to soon. Someone other than the New Columbian. As long as the conversation wasn't directed at her, they could talk about whatever they wanted for all Madeline cared. Granted, considering the fact that she had already lucked out before, Madeline had a gut feeling the future wouldn't play out like she would've hoped, but she wasn't about to give in just yet. This was [i]her[/i] table, and she was the one that found it first!

Though, perhaps making a scene in the dining hall wasn't the greatest idea. As much as Madeline hated nearly everyone at this academy, she had no intention to become the talk of the town and the center of gossip.[/indent]