"There is something of the dormouse in him still," she says softly, tucking a loose lock of dark hair behind her ear, revealing a pointed ear, fuzzy and catlike.

"Sometimes I wonder if she transforms people into animals, or whether she finds the beast inside us, and frees it." Slowly, she crouches beside the star.

"Perhaps there is something about me that is, by nature, a brightly coloured bird," she muses. "It is something to which I have given much thought, but about which I have come to no conclusions."