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Azzo didn’t know what possessed him to enter, standing there on the outskirts of the food court he was watching a prize booth set up with a drawing of some sort. He sighed and scribbled his name on a few pieces of paper and did what was required to enter it. His eyes however were on a strange prize, sitting in a corner surrounded by Ipods, and Iphones, and Ipads, and anything else that started with I or that looked relatively expensive was a lone snow globe.

His head was canted as the drawing commenced shortly after he managed to slip in some papers with his own name in it. Names were drawn prizes were won, the snow globe still sat there, it reminded him of the woman he’d caught a glimpse of in the ball room on Halloween. However, he wasn’t even really sure it was a woman at all; she’d been what appeared to be almost transparent. Ghosts didn’t really exist did they?

Suddenly his mind was drawn from his thoughts, “Huh?”

“Azzo Crowley?” Called the man again that was pulling the names.

“Yeah?” The dog haired boy asked, honey brown eyes looking questioning.

“Well choose a prize son, your name got drawn.”

Azzo paused, oh, he’d won? He walked over after another pause for the fact he’d won sink in; when it finally had he walked over and picked up the snow globe, which was actually the indicated prize.

“Thank you.” He murmured and walked off from the crowd.

He sighed as he carefully gave the globe a shake, and watching the snow fall he sighed, she was pretty.

When Azzo got home he’d managed to slip everything in unnoticed, well all but one thing. Grams walked in as Azzo was returning to pick up the snow globe. She was also looking at it though curious.

“Where’d you get that?”

Azzo paused, looking up at his grandmother. “The Mall. They had a prize drawing.” He replied before picking it up.

“Hum, interesting. I didn’t think you liked snow globes.”

He tilted his head looking at the one in his hand, “This one’s… different.” He replied looking it over, before flipping it upside down, noticing the little key he twisted it a few times and let it play turning the globe back over. “See.”

Grams watched the globe and frowned, “I suppose it is, unless you just wanted it for the pretty lady inside.” She chuckled, “Anyways, sit her down and wash your hands, it’s almost supper time pup.”

Azzo shot a look at Grams as he took the snow globe upstairs so he could finish hearing the melody. It was actually quite sad, and when it ended he gave another melancholy sigh before placing it on his desk and hurrying to help grams. What was it about that snow globe that made him so unhappy? Was it the fact that he’d gotten turned down?

He resolved to let it play again later, maybe it’d help him think...