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AmbiguouslyMe 
Preston had stopped walking and was standing on the path contemplating a cloud that he though, quite oddly, looked remarkably like Bathilda Bagshot, when he heard someone addressing him.
Turning, Preston nodded in greeting, hands still behind his back. "Good day, Mister Greenwood. How are you?"
He looked up at the Professor who seemed to be blotting out the sun with his height. He really needed to get his hands on some skel-grow.
"Oh I'm alright," he said as he caught up to the professor.
"How are you doing sir?" he asked finding it odd to see a professor out and about doing exams.