A/N: Next chapter :)
"The name is John Smith, and I've been asked here today by Mrs Ryan to give you a bit of an insight on the Tsar. RIGHT!" The Doctor bounced towards the whiteboard, his converses squeaking. "You! Girl with the glasses—tell me who the Tsar was!"
"He was the leader of Russia—and uh—Russia should really be broken into several countries because it's so big—"
"—ah, it will in about, ooh, fifty years?" the Doctor ran a hand through his hair absently, "But generally speaking you're right! What was your name?"
"Steph—Steph Clark." Steph smiled at the Doctor but he did not return the gesture, his expression registered blank... "You! Girl in the purple—"
"Sami," offered the girl in purple flirtatiously, twirling a curl around her fingers.
"...Yeah. Well... I'll be keeping an eye on you..." he turned to Mel who was bopping along to the tune of her iPod touch. He cleared his throat, standing directly in front of her. "Ahem."
Sami picked up the end of the headphones in amusement—they weren't plugged in. "Mel!"
"Melissa! Show respect!" Mrs Ryan tutted in annoyance.
Shrugging, Mel smiled cheerily at the Doctor. "Sup? Where's the Master these days?"
"I beg your pardon?" the Doctor glared at this insolent child with mounting dislike.
"You know who I mean!" Mel looked irritated for a moment, before adding coyly, "He's rather hot."
The Doctor looked bemused. "I have no idea who you mean..."
Steph smirked in a smug manner—the Doctor was obviously playing dumb so the other two would 'go off him' so to speak.
"THE TSAR! Brilliant man. Don't give him any eggs though, go right through him. He likes banana's though, I gave him a banana and he liked it..." the Doctor twirled around most undoctorishly, his long coat flying around in midair.
Suddenly...