Miriam had left Cinderella's room, but before she went downstairs there was one final thing she had to fix. She needed more salt, as she had just spent the last bit of what she got left on Azazel, but more than anything she needed an exorcism spell. She was tired of never having it when she needed it, and this time she was determined never to loose it again. She couldn't afford to loose it again.
"Frollo," she said as she opened the door to his room, not even bothering to knock. It was not that she did not own respect for the man, he was a priest after all, but she cared not for stupid titles invented by humans to raise themselves above the common norm. She preffered his name.
"I need some stuff," she confessed, looking right at the priest who had by now turned around to face her.