The dark and dank hallways of the island prison never prepared her for the sight of the prisoners, and she always shivered as she walked to his cell. The Dementors were kept at bay during visiting hours, but she swore the misery they brought seeped into the stone itself, for it was present even when they weren’t. Finally, she got to his cell and waited quietly as the guard unlocked it and stood to the side so she could enter. Ignoring protocol, he didn't try to enter with her to stand watch; he’d lost that battle with her long ago.  Instead, he closed the heavy wooden door behind her and waited outside for her knock. 