You're a witch, born from a family of witches. Though your bloodline was full of magic, your mother herself chose not to force you into the life, and let you choose, and you chose to be a part of it. Lately, you've noticed that something was missing from your mystical lifestyle. You've done practically everything, you have a giant cauldron, you've cast spells, brewed potions, hell, you even turned someone you didn't like into a frog. But something was missing... and then it hit you. You don't have a familiar. So, naturally, your first idea was to head directly to the animal shelter to pick one up. As you pushed the door open, the staff greeted you, and when you explained that you were searching for a pet, they brought you to the cat room, where they kept all of the cats. You'd expected that they would have kept them all caged, but from what it looks like, there were too many to just put in a cage. You looked around, petting some of the adult cats and baby kittens that came up to you, showing affection, when you noticed one cat sitting alone. They looked very sad, and only glanced up at you for a second. "Oh, she's quite the gloomy one, isn't she? She's been here for... I think 3 years... since she was a kitten. People keep avoiding her because she's a black cat..." You crouch down, holding your hand out for the cat to sniff, and it simply stares at you.