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The former cow lay dazed on the floor of the potions room. Freda now appeared as an ordinary-looking woman in her thirties, with plenty of moles and freckles, long legs, and light brown hair to her waist. She climbed slowly to her feet, ignoring the alarmed mooing of her mate and calves in the enclosure next door. Her knees shook terribly and it was clear that movement in this form would take some getting used to. She knew she needed to start by finding some clothes. She had no idea where Belboz kept his, but she'd just have to start looking. It took several hours, and a lot of hard thinking to try to remember human customs so she'd know what she was even looking for, but finally she spotted a wardrobe. She felt a pang at the sight. A wardrobe. For some reason, the sight of the object stirred something within her. Why did it seem so important? Why was she so afraid to put on anything inside? [7026, 15262] She tried to quash these misgivings. She had to find clothes so she could save her friends. That was all there was to it. She opened the doors, and pulled out a lightweight grey robe. It took quite a bit of finagling, but she managed to get it on in what she believed to be the correct orientation. Once that was done...
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