<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/sophie_zpsb97fe806-1_zps4d3d361d.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sophie Ann Reed<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Silver Fox<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>HALL OF ORACLES<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>anyone<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It amazed Sophie the powerful effect the Hall of Oracles had on her every time she stepped into the building. She had found it to be an overwhelming and comforting feeling that she looked forward to everyday, like coming home to see her mom and dad. She made her way to the back of the building, waving to a book keeper who spotted her. She headed towards the back, where the little theater was. She tried to get there before the drama club to practice her scales and play on the pianoforte that they used for musicals and plays. Pushing the door open and leaving it a crack so not to get locked in again like last year, only to be found the next morning by the librarian. She pulled up her  tassel cardigan  (http://fashionistatrends.com/cute-casual-outfits-2012-cute-pink/)sleeves, as she made her way toward the stage. She smiled as hopped up on to the old wooden floors. Dropping her mocha suede bag next to the bench, she plopped down and slowly opened the fall of the piano uncovering the keys. She passed her fingers over the smooth, cool keys feeling as if an invisible weight had lifted from her shoulders. She had been stressed since the beginning of the semester, trying to keep a low profile and not stand out too much. Her second year at Nebula high and she had already perfected a routine to avoid most of the student body after classes. It wasn’t that she didn’t want friend but couldn’t control her powers of seeping into their dreams once she got to know them. She hoped soon the teachers here could teach her control over her powers, but for the time being she found it more comforting to stay at arm’s reach with the others around her, then dropping into their dreams and messing with their memories and mind.<br/>Sophie closed her eyes and breathed threw her nose, letting it out with a woosh between her lips. She positioned her fingers and slowly began to play softly, Rainbow Connection. She loved the song, since she was small always playing it again and again, till her parents couldn’t take another note. When she finally learned to play the piano, she insisted on learning that song first. “Someday we’ll find it, the Rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me…” she sang softly. She wasn’t a singer, but loved to play the piano. The feel of the keys, the power of the strings, drove her to push her audience to another world with the magical notes of every song. She could feel the vibrations follow through her fingers, up her arms and down to her soul. She could honestly say music was in her blood.<br/><br/><br/>