Who are you? Are you getting dressed at a flea market? Terrible clothes. - Madison said, descending the stairs from the second floor. She looked down at the stranger, because she did not know that a new girl had arrived at Miss Robichaud's Academy for Gifted Young Ladies today. Without hesitation, Madison took a cigarette out of her cigarette case and lit the lighter. A thin trickle of smoke came from the cigarette. After taking a drag, Madison exhaled cigarette smoke and looked expectantly.