Amelia walked into the 7th floor corridor, the place she had been constantly hearing the music coming from. A few days ago she had overheard some older students talking about the so called "room of requirement." Is this where it was? Now, how do i get inside again? Oh, yeah. Amelia paced up and down the hallway. She had to know if it was here. She tried focusing on a room that contained piano, but it was difficult with all the different levels of that composition floating through her head. Come on! she thought. I need a piano to compose! When she looked up, there was a door there. She went over and opened it.

Inside, it had a GRAND piano on a slightly raised dais in the middle, with variety of instruments arrayed around it. "Perfect" she muttered. She felt the rush of energy flowing down her arms, and into her fingers. She looked down to find the subconsciously playing the piano part for that song that was rushing through her head. All of her yearned to go to that beautiful instrument in the room, but she shook herself. "No. You have homework, and a MIA best friend to find. Come on. Go!" She gave herself another small shake, and shut the door on the one room she had wanted to find in this school. "I'll be back." She muttered, to whom, she didn't know.