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The sense of humour is one thing that Logan liked about the Defence professor. He wasn't too sure that some of his other professors would have taken his laughing so lightly. It was rude to be laughing at someone who was very much a novice, but at least the professor was aware that he was no Beethoven or Mozart. Everyone had to start somewhere, did they not?
"Drums it is," the Gryffindor responded cheerfully, taking a few strides over to the drum set that was in the percussion section of the room.
The blond plopped down on the stool and grabbed hold of two wooden drumsticks. He was tempted to instantly start beating on the set, to fill the room with sharp rapping and hollow rumbles, out of habit. However, he waited for the man to get settled in. He had a Drumming 101 lesson to give when the 'pupil' (who would have thought the student would become the teacher and vice versa) was ready.
As Khanna spoke, the fourteen-year-old was listening. Nods of his head were given to show as much, and he was not at all surprised that WADA was mentioned. "It's crossed my mind before, yeah," he told the man. He had heard plenty about it from Jude. "Pretty intense, all of it is. But I think I have what it takes."
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