NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br/>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br/>LOCATION: Dean's Office<br/>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br/><br/>Jessica quietly took a seat, her head hung down slightly as she prepared for the usual lecture she received in these types of situations. She had gotten pretty good at tuning this sort of thing out. When the dean's first words aren't "I'm disappointed in you, Jessica" she snaps her head up to look at him. He wanted to know about her powers, huh? Deep inside her head, a voice cried out to her to not do what she was planning. Well, he asked for it didn't he? A quick little "demonstration" wasn't going to hurt anyone.<br/><br/>Jessica sat motionless as she looked into Shaw's eyes, almost as if she were waiting for something. Then it happens. Shaw blinks and finds himself and his desk situated atop a snow capped mountain with nothing but other similar mountains as far as the eye can see. The bitter cold winds roar in his ear and sting his skin. The pure white snowflakes cling to him briefly before melting away. The wind whips about madly, violently carrying away the papers laid out on his desk. Another blink and it all ends as abruptly as it had begun. Mr. Shaw was back in his office, with no signs of anything having moved in anyway, including Jessica. She loved doing this to people and it was worth whatever happened next.  Her lips grow into a smile as she let go of her hold on his mind. "I don't know Mr. Shaw. Why don't you tell me?"