Thursday came two days after Dumbledore had caught him in the corridor, and Aegeus climbed the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office at the appointed hour with a mix of curiosity and unease. After all, regardless of how welcoming Dumbledore seemed, the office itself remained natural enemy territory to any student.
The gargoyle let him through without incident— Dumbledore had apparently already arranged for it to open on its own, sparing him the indignity of guessing the password. The office beyond was every bit as strange as its reputation suggested.
Portraits of former headmasters dozing in gilt frames along the walls, delicate silver instruments humming and turning on spindle-legged tables, and a phoenix on a perch near the window that opened one golden eye to regard him with what felt uncomfortably like judgment before closing it again.
"Ah. Very punctual." Dumbledore looked up from behind his desk, setting aside a quill and a letter written in handwriting too cramped to read from the doorway.
"Before we start the lesson," Dumbledore said, folding his hands atop the desk, "I want to explain something important to you." A pause. "This lesson may not be the shortcut to greater skill you are hoping for. If anything, you will likely leave here no better at the art than before you arrived, and it will remain so until you unlearn several bad habits you have picked up on your own that I would have rather you hadn't.
"What we will mostly do here is Occlumency— it's the discipline of knowing what the intruder wants, and choosing what to hand over. Occlumency and Legilimency are best taught together, since understanding one considerably sharpens the other."
"You're going to use Legilimency on me?" said Aegeus, a little tense.
"Yes, if you allow me, and with a fair warning beforehand." He said it with the same easygoing attitude Aegeus remembered from the corridor. "You'll find the experience a little different from what you've been doing to unsuspecting students."
"What's the difference?" Aegeus asked, his eye twitching slightly.
"You'll find that the door to the mind doesn't open as easily as you thought, and not everything you see inside is the truth." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"If you are ready, shall we begin?"
"I am," Aegeus said, settling his posture. "Headmaster."
"Very well. Close your eyes, if you'd like— it isn't necessary, but most people find it easier the first few times. Find a single thought, the same way you've done before. Let me know when you are finished."
Aegeus didn't have to ask him how he knew that; Professor Snape was probably the one who informed him.
Aegeus closed his eyes, a single word rising and settling at the front of his mind, held steady against the low static trying to crowd back in— easier here, he noticed, than it had ever been in the library, though he couldn't have said whether that was the room, the company, or simply weeks of practice finally compounding into something more reliable.
Ready, he thought. A half-second later, he felt the spell connect— an airy, light presence, like cool steam settling against the outer glass of his mind.
"Good," Dumbledore said quietly, somewhere both in the room and, faintly, inside his mind. "Now. Let's see what you would do to keep me out."
Aegeus felt the shift immediately— not an intrusion, exactly, but a kind of patient pressure, testing the edges of the compressed thought he was holding, the way a hand might trace the seam of a locked door without yet trying the handle. He had no instinct for what to do about it. He had spent weeks learning to project, never once considering what the opposite discipline might make him feel from the inside.
His first attempt was crude— he simply tried to compress harder, the same method he used to hold a thought steady. But it didn't work. If anything, the extra effort seemed to widen the seam rather than close it, his own concentration straining under the doubled task of holding the thought and trying to defend it at the same time.
He felt Dumbledore's presence ease back slightly. "That's a fair try. Most try exactly that. It rarely helps."
"Why not?" Aegeus asked, frustrated.
"Because you are treating your mind like something that needs a wall to protect it, when it's your own mind, and you are simply allowed to refuse entry." A pause.
Aegeus turned that over, still holding the thought, faintly aware of the patient pressure at its edge. He let the effort of resistance go entirely, and reached instead for something different— not force, but clarity. No. He simply decided.
The pressure didn't vanish. It simply stopped advancing, settling instead into something that felt, oddly, like acknowledgment rather than defeat.
Aegeus opened his eyes to find him watching with open interest, as though he'd just watched something mildly delightful happen rather than something competent. "Better, much better, Aegeus, may I call you that?"
"Of course, sir," Aegeus replied evenly. "Though I still would like to know why I wasn't able to completely keep you out"
"All it takes is more practice, Aegeus; you have to be patient." Dumbledore folded his hands before steering the lesson forward. "May I ask, what did you feel?"
Aegeus considered the question honestly. "Like I was being asked to answer something I wasn't ready to answer."
Something in Dumbledore's expression shifted, pleased in what seemed to have little to do with performance and rather more to do with the answer itself. "Most people would describe it as an intrusion. You have already taken a step in the right direction— that a true master of Occlumency isn't someone who is unreadable. It's someone who can decide what's to hand over."
Dumbledore's tone stayed light. "We'll return to that another week. For tonight, I think one more attempt will do— same thought, if you like, or maybe a different one. Your choice."
"The same one."
"Very well." Dumbledore folded his hands again, and Aegeus closed his eyes, already reaching for the word.
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