Melody watched him enter the room, and she thought he looked so in control, with a look of frustration on his face. When he started to do roll call, Melody smirked, he was British, she was always a sucker for an accent. She had taken the class not just to get an empty credit, but because she actually like philosophy. Yes even a spoiled fashionista had brains. She knew this class would be so much better, and she was glad Mercer was not teaching it.<br/><br/>Melody sat there, waiting for her name to be called, always last on the list. When she heard her name she raised her hand, "Here, sir." She was quiet about it, not to seem to overbearing, but she wanted to be polite. She was eager for class to begin, and could not wait to see what Professsor Drummond would teach her.