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When he had signed up for the whole job consultation thing, Logan expected that it would take place in the music classroom. It was kind of a obvious meeting place, considering his interest in possible pursing music. But what was still puzzling him was the person he'd speaking with. As far as he was aware, the Defence professor couldn't carry a tune or play an instrument.
Then again, the fourth year really didn't know a whole lot about his professors, the exception being his own mother. Perhaps the man had been holding out on him, so the possibility of knowing another adult at the school that was musically inclined and not his mum was enough to keep him intrigued.
It was short-lived, however. The tapping of the keys that reached his ears the moment he stepped over the threshold of the doorway was ... well, it was ... something.
"Hello, professor," the blond greeted the man, trying his best to monitor his face. "How long have you been, err, playing?"
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