The young woman chanted. Before her swirled a mass of inky black magic.
"Good," said Mistress Agathie. "Now, focus! Imagine the magic taking the form of your familiar - whatever you imagine that to be."
The magic cloud coalesced into the form of a raven. The bird blinked in surprise. "I live!" the bird exclaimed. "But - what am I?"
"You are my raven familiar," said the young girl.
"Ah, cool, I see," said the bird. "Just one question. What is a raven familiar?"