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For a few months now, Lysander had been practicing legilimency more or less on his own, doing his best to correspond with a local legilimens when he could, while he'd been studying at Hogwarts. It was his latest venture into some of the more advanced magical skills, after his less than stellar attempts at trying to become an animagus like his father, or pick up parseltongue from Kas. Neither had ended well for him, and despite the envy and bitterness he'd begun to feel creep in, toward the people who could do those things with seemingly no effort involved, he'd tried to push those negative feelings down and work towards something else. Something different. Legilimency hadn't spoken to him the same way being an animagus had at first, but the more he'd explored his options, the more he felt it was just another way to achieve what he'd set out to. It frustrated him, the way his father and any other animagi just understood creatures. The way they could communicate their wants and needs. Though it didn't frustrate him nearly as much lately as it did whenever he had to listen to Kas hiss at snakes at the menagerie, in some private conversation he wasn't privy to. Knowing Kas, he was probably only complaining to them or about them, but that had always made it worse, the way Kas didn't seem to appreciate the gift he was just naturally born with, the same way Lysander would have. It was unfair. Lysander couldn't deny he was jealous. He wanted to be able to understand the creatures he'd grown up around the same way so many other people he knew seemed to. It felt like a secret part of life he wasn't allowed to take part in.
If he couldn't have literal, verbal conversations with the animals in his life, Lysander had come to the conclusion that perhaps he didn't need to, if he could learn to understand their thoughts instead. It seemed like a sound option, if only those same animals would cooperate with his attempts to do so. Lysander had come down to the harbour's shore with Fuzzfeathers to practice after his shift at work, and his current struggles with said practice were perhaps his own fault. His correspondent had stressed how important eye-contact was, and while initially he'd thought that an owl's larger eyes would make the process easier, he hadn't considered the fact that getting the bird who could swivel its head up to two hundred and seventy degrees to maintain eye contact with him was a harder endeavor than it first seemed. "Look at me. Look. No, not there. At me." Lysander sighed. Fuzzfeathers seemed more interested in what looked like the fin of a merperson's tail swishing through the saltwater. "You couldn't even fit that in your beak if you tried. Eyes - here. Come on, help me out." He tried again, fishing out a treat from his bag to wave in front of his face in an attempt to entice his owl friend's attention.
If he couldn't have literal, verbal conversations with the animals in his life, Lysander had come to the conclusion that perhaps he didn't need to, if he could learn to understand their thoughts instead. It seemed like a sound option, if only those same animals would cooperate with his attempts to do so. Lysander had come down to the harbour's shore with Fuzzfeathers to practice after his shift at work, and his current struggles with said practice were perhaps his own fault. His correspondent had stressed how important eye-contact was, and while initially he'd thought that an owl's larger eyes would make the process easier, he hadn't considered the fact that getting the bird who could swivel its head up to two hundred and seventy degrees to maintain eye contact with him was a harder endeavor than it first seemed. "Look at me. Look. No, not there. At me." Lysander sighed. Fuzzfeathers seemed more interested in what looked like the fin of a merperson's tail swishing through the saltwater. "You couldn't even fit that in your beak if you tried. Eyes - here. Come on, help me out." He tried again, fishing out a treat from his bag to wave in front of his face in an attempt to entice his owl friend's attention.