57 Glare (2/2)
”I prepared the slide-show,” I told him softly so that the others couldn't hear. He nodded and smiled back.
”Did he bother you?” he asked suddenly. I realized that he had overheard the conversation and was making sure that I was okay. I was pleased and a little warmed in the cockles of my heart as I shook my head. I could feel curious gazes on me but I chose to ignore them.
”I'll sit at the back, okay?” I moved away from the front. Gazes followed me, their curiosity eating away at me. This was not new, it had happened previously. Introductory lectures about the class structure always went similarly. I had learned to ignore them.
”Good morning, class. I am Sebastian Butler. As you know I demand complete respect in class. If you demand untoward attention, I will make sure you get it in class. I don't think you require my attention.” He glared at Jameson, which stunned me. I was sitting at the back of the class, wondering if I was supposed to transcribe these words of guilt. He would be reprimanded if some other faculty found out that he had threatened a student in front of the whole class.
Jameson's head bowed, making him look like a naughty puppy who had been scolded by its master. I suppressed a giggle and went back to furiously typing on the laptop.
He began again.
”This semester I will be teaching you the history of the interrogative method and how torture features in it. Not only will you be learning about the various historical stances on interrogation and trials, but you will also learn how modern methods stand in both ethicality and functionality.” The class began with Sebastian in his professional mode, far from the man who had threatened his student for harassing his assistant. I took diligent notes and made sure to attach some comments in the parts I seemed to miss out on or had questions about and wanted him to elaborate.
The class flew by and I could see how he commanded the attention of the class, a perfect spokesperson who knew how to demand the attention of the class. It was fascinating to watch.
”My assistant will hand out your homework and answer your questions about the structure of the course if you have any. I advise you to remain courteous with her.” Another glare at Jameson followed.
I got out of the seat and moved towards the front of the class. This time they seemed more enlightened and less curious.
”Hi, everyone. My name is Evie Marie Lewis. I am Dr. Butler's assistant. I hope we can get along and carry out the classes in peace.” I bowed. Silence followed. I looked out to see stunned expressions as if the news was not what they expected. It was not amusing any longer. It was simply irritating.