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Chapter Three: The Snowball Returns, and Paulina couldn't care less…
It was Christmas, and instead of enjoying the sight of wondrous lights, the taste of rather questionable foods, the fun of wearing oddball outfits, and the joy of frolicking in the snow as passersby's question your sanity, Danny was sitting behind his desk, decked out in the same old boring black suit, drinking the same old boring coffee—not that he'd tell Paulina that, she'd shove her high-heels into his eye sockets for sure…and her shoes where ghost proof.
Alas, Danny was never one to go down without a fight, thus, if he was going to be annoyed, than he was going to do some annoying.
"Paulina." He called, almost too calmly, his pen—decked out in pictures of his ghost half—rested lightly against his lip.
"Yes." His secretary sighed, graceful fingers skillfully finishing off the report on the latest new species of ghosts—Kittymon.
"I think I'm going insane."
"You already are."
"No, I'm not! Or wasn't…or…Whatever!" Danny threw up his arms in exasperation as Paulina raised a thin eye brow.
"The thing is, yesterday I had a conversation with a snowball."
"A snowball?"
"Correct, and, strangely, I do so believe that the very same snowball is floating outside our window."
"…really…is it a ghost?"
"Nope, just a regular everyday snowball."
"That just happens to be floating seventy-five floors above the ground?"
"mmhhmm."
"…I've seen nothing." And with that Paulina swiftly walked out of the room, leaving Danny to stare blandly at the window as it flew open and the snowball entered his humble, previously warm and snuggly, office (just because Danny isn't bothered by the cold doesn't mean he dislikes cozy temperatures).
"So, what may the great hero of the world, and the best halfa in existence do for you?"
The snowball, or, more precisely, the presence of ice cold wind, chuckled softly. "So pigeon's brains truly are as small as the Kangaroo said."
"Well at least I have a brain," Danny snorted, "you fricken snowball."
"ah," the presence laughed as he floated across the room, certain objects within his wake frosting over with beautiful swirling patterns of shimmering white-blue (a color that brought to mind the several arguments with Sam over the color of certain objects, "I swear, its Ivory!", "No, it's LavenderBlush!"), "But I'm no measly snowball, for, you see," a grin was heard, "I can summon up snow so deep and ice so thick, that they'd be begging you to go out and do something about it."