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A Twisted Wicked Fate 
Maeve ushered on a small curt smile. She still couldn't believe she had bumped into someone. She let go of the banister, looking down to see her white knuckles. Had she really been holding onto the banister that tight. Brushing off her skirt she looked up at him and nodded. "Oh no Sir, it is quite entirely my fault. My apologies," she lowered her head down in a small nod. Her Irish accent lilted at her words.
She was intrigued however if he was a Professor or not. "I'm Maeve. Maeve O'Connor." She put her hand out to greet him. "Are you a Professor here?" She only wondered.
"Nice to meet you, Miss O'Connor," Nolan said, shaking the girl's hand. It was SO nice to encounter kind, respectful students in this school. They needed more of them, seriously. The rude ones would make him go GRAY!
"Yes, I am. Professor Reynolds," he replied with a smile.
"I teach Divination up on the seventh floor," he added. He wondered why she was asking...did he LOOK like a student? Oh joy! That meant he wasn't aging as fast as he feared he was!