Meruin nodded. "If it's fine with you, I'll be going to my room. I have a good feeling about something . . ." And with that, the little magician went to her place.

Once there, her face flushed with excitement and her whole body trembled. She took slow and shaky steps towards a certain area of her room. There, perched reverently at the corner was a book that was larger than Meruin, her most prized possesion: Her Grimoire.

Meruin opened it, stared for a good few moments, then screamed uncharacteristicly in a high pitch of utter joy.