After Xenophilius had cast his spell, the white raven became Vega¹ Lovegood.  Luna had sent a letter to Hogwarts requesting permission to bring the unusual bird, and permission had been granted.  In the weeks since, her first feathers had come in and Luna had helped her learn to fly.  However, the fledgling was only able to speak a few words, mostly to do with food, despite Luna reading to her daily from The Quibbler.  “She’s very young,” her father had told her.  “Be patient, be persistent, and give her time.”

The familiar was thoroughly devoted to her mistress.  Only occasionally would she leave Luna’s sight for a brief jaunt out the bedroom window.  Otherwise, they were practically inseparable.  When Luna was milking the cow or feeding the chickens, Vega was perched in the loft or on the roof of the barn, keeping watch.  When Luna was in the garden, Vega was hopping about looking for tasty insects to gobble.  When Luna was preparing a meal, Vega stood nearby, watching every morsel of food hungrily but restraining her natural greed.  The raven even ate at the table with the two humans now, having learned proper manners in a surprisingly short time.