The door snapped open and Drummond walked in, looking stern imposing as always. He glanced at the assembled class of student with obvious disdain as he took a seat at his desk, putting on his spectacles and digging about briefly in his bag for his first class attendance list. He was not a fan of his introductory classes...most of the girls were dullards when it came to the subjects he was teaching and mostly hoped to just get credits and move on. Still, he went through the motions...else who would teach students about such things?<br/><br/>"Anders, Jillian," he started, his voice decidedly neutral as he watched the class, listening for each student's response till he reached the bottom of the list, ending in W. Huh. That was interesting. The name was familiar...had Mercer mentioned something about the girl? No idea. With an internal shrug, he looked and fixed his gaze on the one girl who'd yet to raise her hand.<br/><br/>"Winters, Melody?"