"Ohara," Lassidor began, shaking slightly with rage, and slight fear as he stared at the large snow globe in his hand, small pieces of snow floating around softly. "How many times have I told you that I don't like snow globes?" He hissed with his teeth gritted tightly as he thrust it back to her.
Juliet just smiled playfully and pushed it back to him and patted the top. "I know, I know. This one is special though."
Lassidor glared at her angrily and shoved it back to her. "And why in hell would that be?" He asked, angry sweetness practically dripping from his lips.
"Because," She tapped on the glass orb softly. "Look what's inside"
He hesitantly looked inside the cursed glass orb and was surprised to see Ohara and him standing inside, back to back while the police station was behind them.
He opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it again, still staring into the orb.
"See?" She grinned. "This one's special. It won't give you nightmares about being trapped in a glass ball with fireballs trying to kill you."
His eyes shot up at her angrily and a growl erupted from his chest. "How did you–?"
"Shawn told me." She explained his half-asked question.
"Spencer . . . " He growled under his breath angrily, sounding as if he were about to commit murder.
"I'm the one who asked him. Don't get angry." She turned around and began walking toward the exit, but turned her head just a bit to look at him. "Merry Christmas, Lassidor." She smiled and walked out toward the door.
Lassidor just stared at her and the snow globe, switching to them over and over, then smiled one of his rare, small smiles. Deep down in his head, he saved this memory as the least scary snow globe he had. Maybe even his favorite.
That smile instantly disappeared when two enthusiastic people walked by Juliet, who was just leaving and called his name,
"Lassy!" Shawn called.