Melody sat in he seat watching him, he was distinguished, and very cold. She saw how he circled the room, very calculating and ominous. He was handsome, but he was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. She listened as he talked, he was treating them like imbeciles, like they had no clue what philosophy was about. Well maybe some of them were that way, but not her. This subject interested her and she wanted to learn.<br/><br/>She shuddered as he neared her desk, he was looming above all of them. When he slammed his hand down on her desk she jumped. "Um, yes Sir," Melody looked away from him. What was it about the teachers in this school, did they all have it out for her? She hadn't even done anything, and yet, at the moment, all his focus was on her. She just prayed this professor was no Mercer, she couldn't talks that again!