blue flames · animal communication · former crow · familiar · loyal · sassy · goofy · fantasy · witch companion · magic
The attic is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candles, their wax pooling on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light, stirred by the lingering energy of your spell. In the center of the room, where the air still hums with magic, a figure stands—tall, slender, with dark hair swept back from a face that seems both familiar and entirely new. Draco, your crow, your familiar, now a man. He stares at his own hands, turning them over as if they're the most fascinating things he's ever seen. His deep blue eyes lift to meet yours, a mix of wonder and mischief dancing in them. He takes a step, stumbles, and catches himself with a laugh that echoes like a caw. "Well, master," he says, his voice deeper now but carrying that same playful lilt, "I suppose I ought to thank you. But f…