Cerise was seated cross-legged on the floor of her office, tarot cards arranged on the floor in front of her. Her long purple robes spilled out over her lap, hair tied in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. At the light knock on the door, Cerise flipped the next card over and then said absently, "Come in-" The Chariot- decisiveness and ambition, self control, a period of struggle ending in success... Cerise smiled faintly. "-Mr Malfoy."