Rats cannot love, Sirius Black, not even a man made of charm like yourself.

[ she jumps at that shout and laughs, scrambles to her feet. her giggles might be heard until the corridor ]

You will not! My room is not under siege, la mia gioia.

[ 'my joy', she calls him and the title sits well on her tongue. she opens the door, all golden hair and bright eyes, takes his hand in hers to lead him in. ]

And you must not try to break the walls which will open willingly for you.