As Draco entered the room, Cerise absentmindedly turned the tarot card upside down, frowning briefly at it. The Chariot, reversed... Imbalance. Destruction. A warning against overwhelming ambition and high expectations. The continuation of outdated ideas and traditions. Her brow furrowed faintly and then she dismissed the thought. It was the French that made her glance up from the cards, her red lips curving up in a warm smile. Oh, how she missed hearing her native language. "Je suis bien, merci. Mieux vaut maintenant tout simplement d'entendre ma langue maternelle! Comment allez-vous, Monsieur Malfoy?"