He felt something boring down on him and his fingers let the pencil drop to the ground, sitting up quickly, the pad slamming against his chest. Eyes alert, Zach turned his head to see who it was watching him and froze.
Even now, after all these years, his fingers went to his pocket, to see if the coin was still there. And of course, it wasn't.
Theodore Nott. The skin on the back of the neck was tingling as he returned the stare, just as hot and angry as he'd ever been, all of his hatred brilliant and blinding even with these years' distance.