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Well, this wasn’t exactly how she imagined this going. She had studied the text, and studied it some more until her eyes nearly popped out of her head-- she had done more complex things such as this, so why was it giving her grief now?
The transformation hadn’t been painful, but it was by no means comfortable. However, she had to admit that her eyesight was much more precise as this small feline-- but, she had missed a stepped. She had transfigured herself with ease, but now she was stuck in this form.
What was there to do now? The frustration grew inside of her until she let out a little hiss-Â
Children chased her through the street, trying to hold her and feed her. Luckily, she was agile, swift. If one of those boys got their grubby little hands on her, they could squeeze her to death.
She needed help-- but, from whom, from where? She still had her thoughts, still had her abilities, but she was unsure of how to break herself out from this body-- she would have to travel by foot; by paw.
She traveled for days. She slept under trees and dodged predators. She had even managed to nibble on some berries as she was not fond of the idea of catching a bird.
Agatha sensed a magical footprint, the first lead she had in days-- she decided to find it, whoever owned this aura could possibly help her.
Or so she hoped.
A fortnight later and she has eyes on a young woman. As she approached, the aura felt stronger. She padded up to the woman and rubbed against her ankles giving a small meow.













