Felix turned down the hallway from the lobby, wondering what the other wizard had in store for him. This would be the second time somebody taught him about divination, but perhaps the first that the information had been offered free of conditions. He wondered if Clow would be the same as Mavortian, greedily guarding his deeper secrets. For what, exactly, Felix had never determined, outside of a general need to feel superior. The impulse didn't seem to be common to Clow either. Though perhaps the illusion of superiority didn't matter when you had the real thing. Felix had a vague sense of how powerful he was - enough to stir a little of that old wizard's disease in himself before he managed to squash it. That didn't matter, and if Clow could get them some answers, he could move the sun for all Felix cared.

He paused outside the door of the workroom Clow had chosen, giving him another flash of Mavortian as he silently shuffled the deck, then knocked politely on the doorframe to announce himself.

"Good afternoon."