Who, may I ask, are you?
Our story begins at one of Nick's favourite haunts, a corridor on the third floor. He's floating aimlessly up and down the corridor.
Nick muttered, "Another hour flies by without love entering my life."
Suddenly an unfamiliar, slightly wrinkled man stepped out of an empty classroom and began walking briskly towards Nick, without either one knowing that there was anyone else in the corridor.
The man was looking at the floor as he strided down the corridor, both were distracted and the man ended up walking right through Nick.
Nick gasped. "Ugh."
The man stopped in his tracks, faced Nick and said, "I am terribly sorry, I should have been paying more attention."
Nick smiled. "It's alright. Who, may I ask, are you?"
The man introduced himself, "I am Nicolas Flamel."
Nearly smiled. "I'm Sir Nick, but most around here call me Nearly Headless Nick. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Nicolas inquired, "I take it that you had an amateur executioner?"
Nick nodded and stated, "I'm relieved that you're not asking how I'm nearly headless."
Nicolas smirked. "I'm smarter than most who pass through these corridors."
Nick grinned. "So, Mr. Smart Guy, what are you doing here?"
Nicolas tapped his nose and beamed, "That's a private matter."
Nick tipped his head to him and replied, "A pleasure to meet such a charming man, have a nice day."
Nicolas promised, "I will come see you again sometime soon."