Drummond made a check mark next to Melody’s name, nodding to himself…definitely the girl Mercer had mentioned. Interesting. He set the attendance book down and folded his arms across his chest, scanning the room with emotionless, professional eyes.<br/><br/>“Welcome to your first class at St. Catherine’s,” he said, his voice holding little amusement or kindness. “This is Introduction to Philosophy, where I will be teaching the basics of thought, since I am quite sure the majority of you are quite ignorant of even the beginning of such complex things as thinking ahead of time unless you’re preparing your make-up and dress for whatever evening’s escapades young reckless creatures like yourselves are involved in.” He sat down on the desk and put on his spectacles, shaking his head.<br/><br/>“I am Professor Drummond. You will refer to me as Professor Drummond or ‘sir’. Anything else and you will find that the rules of St. Catherine’s are a bit stricter than what you’re used to.” He stood up again and began walking up and down the aisles, pacing by the students without looking a single one of them in the eye. “Each of you is here because you chose to sign up for this class or were assigned it for the sake of completing requirements for your chosen subject of study. You will find that while this is an entry level class, I am expecting nothing less than perfection from you girls. As this may not be something you are used to, I will make sure you provided with guidelines from which to work from. Not following these guidelines will result in consequences. Getting kicked out of my class is the least of your worries here.” He turned suddenly, rounding on Melody’s desk and slapping his palm down hard on the flat top of the desk, looking straight down at her.<br/><br/>“Is that absolutely clear, Ms. Winters?”<br/>