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OPIA
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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Opia n. -"the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable-their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque-as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there's someone standing there, but unable to tell if you're looking in or looking out." (...) Odd Fires was my distraction. I was so excited to ruin his life, just like he ruined mine years ago, that the bloody revenge slowly became the only thing to wake me up in the morning. I wanted to make him beg for me to show mercy, give him the worst punishment possible. Breathing for the torture that was to come, I was knowingly selling my soul to the devil if not becoming one and sickeningly liking it way too much. (...)
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