Once Marlena had entered and walked into the room, Drummond followed, shutting the door...and with a click, locking it. One of the nice things about St. Catherine's was the way a lock needed a key from either side of the door. With a slight smile, he whirled his cane around in one hand and turned around, letting the smile fade from his face. He turned around and walked towards the desk, stepping in front of the young student and giving her a quick, critical once over.<br/><br/>The cane snapped up, pressing against her chin and forcing her to look up.<br/><br/>"Chin up, Miss McCoy," he said, his voice almost a growl. The cane came down and poked her shoulders, roughly, while Drummond continued to give her a cool, appraising look. "Shoulders back. Stop shifting your feet back and forth. Don't stand like a child on a charge. If you expect to be treated like a woman, at least pretend to begin acting like one. Stiffen up and stand STRAIGHT." His voice only rose once, on the last word, and he punctuated it with the sound of the cane slamming against the floor, directly between Marlena's feet.<br/><br/>"Now, Miss McCoy, why don't you and I have a little bit of a chat? I feel you may be laboring under certain misapprehensions about your place here at St. Catherine's." Drummond leaned back against the desk and folded his arms across his chest, the cane left leaning against the front of his desk. "Do you know why your parents have sent you to this prestigious academy?"