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You make your way down the hall to your bedroom. The house lit by a glow seeming to radiate from nowhere. The muffled sounds of other students drifting into the hallway from their own rooms. It was getting late but you still had an hour or two before you need to get to sleep.

Pushing open your own door, you enter your room to find your familiar resting atop your wardrobe. Its head raised slightly to notice as you enter. "Here you go buddy." You address your bird, showing the sack of food you brought. You will definitely need a name for him soon. Opening the sack, you remove a small handful of the feed and hold it up for the phoenix. Its beak snapping some from your hand as you pour it into a pile next to the bird. You close the sack and secure it inside the chest at the foot of your bed before thinking of your day tomorrow. Psionics, sex magic, evocation, and magical aptitude. Groaning as you remember you still have a paper to write.

You pull out the chair from your desk and prepare to get to work. "And I thought sex magic was going to be a fun class." You jokingly tell your familiar as he chews a piece of dried meat from its feed before giving you a quick squawk. Pulling out your book and opening to the chapter on forest pixies you covered the day before, you review the material and ponder your assignment. Do command spells turn pixies into sex slaves. Their limited intelligence would suggest they lack higher thought but does that mean they lack free will? They dont wear clothes and dont have a perceivable society. Are they on par with domesticated animals and simply fulfilling a task? They obviously enjoy sex and screw eachother regularly. You quickly decide there is no clear answer but you still have to write the paper. You set into the task, explaining that keeping a pixi or engaging in sexual acts with one isnt ethically wrong until you use magic to **** it.

As you write, your familiar finishes its dinner and flies over to watch you work. Can he read my writing? Does he understand the subject? You wonder to yourself. The bird looks up at you to give another squawk. You can't help but think he understands you, at least on some level, but that is a subject for another time. You get back to working on your paper and feel inspired under the gaze of your familiar. With an odd clarity you focus on your paper and quickly finish. You look at your work and then to your phoenix. Is this the kind of assistance your summoning professor mentioned about familiars? Did your familiar give you some sort of magical boost to your concentration or were you just feeling particularly clever tonight? The bird looks from your paper back to you, lets out another squawk, and flies back to its apparent nesting spot atop your wardrobe. You will definitely have to ask professor Hobbins.

With your work finished, you prepare for bed and rest for tomorrow.