Drummond certainly didn't leer, but his look was very appraising.<br/><br/><em>A new girl</em>, he mused to himself as he let the cane fall into his hand. He tapped it firmly on the ground and quirked a brow at the young woman in front of him, then clucked his tongue softly.<br/><br/>"You do disturb me, miss," he said, his voice dripping with distaste and disapproval. "I see that you are new at this school, as I've not seen your face before, and perhaps you are unfamiliar with the rules that we have established here, but any time that she is on school grounds, a student at St. Catherine's must be in full uniform unless she has express permission of a professor to do otherwise as required for classwork or other reasons. And you, miss, are most definitely out of uniform."<br/><br/>Smoothly, Drummond flicked the cane up and pressed it forward, letting the tip that was on the ground suddenly rest just below the girl's neck, on her sternum. He put no pressure on it, but she would have to dislodge it if she tried to move.<br/><br/>"It is extremely unwise for new students to violate the dress code so soon into the year. It lets us, as professors, know that you are either ignorant or incapable of reading simple rules, or that you believe such rules do not apply to you. Neither of these are things we stand for at St. Catherine's. So which is it? Are you a bloody simpleton, or do you believe that rules do not apply to you, Miss...?"<br/><br/>Drummond's tone never strayed from the disapproving tone he started with, his clipped Oxford accent making his distaste even more evident. After his first appraising look, his eyes had never left the girl's...his gaze focused, intense, and unyielding.