Nightmare quietly sat at the foot of the tree of feeling- reading a novel of some kind. He'd read it so many times by now, he could probably recite the first 5 chapters word for word. He was so engrossed in his book, he didn't even notice he was being stared at- at least, at first. It started to burn into his senses eventually, and he lifted his head, looking around, trying to spot who was watching him.