"Damn it, am I being watched?"
Kenneth stood by the window, gently parting the curtains to peer out at the street. Although he saw no one lingering around his dwelling, he could distinctly sense that he was being targeted.
His luck lately had been truly rotten. Not only had his foolish father lost a massive amount of Galleons selling knock-off merchandise, but he had also managed to get himself thrown into Azkaban Prison. Furthermore, ever since he ran that errand to Zonko's Joke Shop for Albert, Kenneth had the nagging feeling of being watched by someone. Though he hadn't managed to spot the tail, his instincts from skimming the edges of the grey market told him he was definitely being tracked.
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