Flapping her wings the raven took flight. The air was perfect for flying. Each beat of her wings made her want to shift again, to take the form of a larger raptor. But that would not be a pleasant idea, the raptors were largely unknown to her. Bodies would have to be studied, along with their habits and how they flew to the precise detail. Perhaps her powers worked in another way. Copying the form from her will, but it was not a chance she wished or desired to take. Circling the school several times to learn it's basic lay out to her satisfaction. Landing on a window sill of opportunity, she ran a beak through the black wings, correcting minor details and fully admiring herself. If there was one thing  she liked about her forms, it was that they all were magnificent according to her. Narcissism became her.