A/U: This one is a short, but next chapter will be exciting, trust me. Till then, enjoy!

Chapter 8: Someone Watching

Ever since that awkward encounter with Professor Pin, Abby had been having the weird feeling that someone was obeserving her from afar.

She had a right to suspect Proffesor Pin straight away, but she knew better than to jump to conclusions. So for the next two weeks, she constantly kept her wand at the ready and looked over her shoulder every few minutes.

She felt alright during class, but once she was out in the hallways, she felt almost vulnerable. She cringed at the thought. Abigail Lincoln was not vulnerable, and never would be if she had the power.

On the bright side, Hoagie had realized that he had made a bet that he could not possibly win. Proffesor Pin challenged her students regularly, making them learn hexes in a limited amount of time and finding out if they could handle a grindylow if they were ever in a situation with one.

Abby was content knowing that Hoagie would lose at least two bets this year. She still reminisced in the memories of the boys bowing down to her whenever the bumped into each other in the corridors. Hoagie, who was in all of her classes, had it worse than the other two. The thought made her laugh quietly to herself.

One day, while she was conversing with Hoagie, whom she had made a close friend out of, in the hall, Nigel asked to speak to her in private.

Abby nodded and followed the bald boy into a deserted classroom. Once he checked that no one was around, he motioned over and whispered right in her ear, "Do you feel like you're being watched too?"

The weight on Abby's chest immediately lifted and she sighed in relief. "So Abby's not the only one?"

He shook his head. "I've seen you a little tense lately, so I wondered if it was bothering you as well. I've meant to ask the others, but they all look so care-free that I doubt it."

Abby silently agreed with him. The rest were acting as usual, meanwhile Nigel and Abby had to be constantly checking their atmosphere.

"I wonder what, or who, it is..." Nigel pondered as he started to pace.

"Well, it's almost time for Transfiguration and Abby's gotta go, but if you figure anything else out, just let her know."

"Okay, bye then."

Nigel bid Abby farewell, then Abby headed for her class, happy to know that she wasn't the only one.