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The DWMA library was nearly silent, save for the scratch of Azusa's pen as she took constant notes. She was the only person left in there, all the students having already gone back to their rooms for the night, but she wasn't going anywhere. Not when she had got hold of a witch's spell-book and was studying it furiously. The best way to prepare for battle was to know as much about your enemy and their spells as possible, after all. She was so engrossed in her note-taking, in fact, that she didn't notice someone else entering the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, if it isn't the queen of committee charimen," said Spirit, grinning down at her. "Having another wild night as usual, Azusa?"

"Go away, Spirit," said Azusa, wearily, as she swatted his hand from her shoulder. "I'm too busy to suffer your patheitc attempts at flirtation right now. ...And what are you doing in here, anyway?"

"Oh, you know, looking for girls," said Spirit, breezily. "Maybe a cute student who was struggling with her studies... Someone I could offer to take back to my place for some, er, private tuition..."

"You're disgusting," said Azusa, without taking her eyes from her book. "Go away, now."

"What are you doing, anyway?" said Spirit, completely ignoring Azusa's request. "Studying witch magic? You want to be careful with that stuff. You don't want to end up accidentally cursing yourself, or something."

"Impossible. I'm always careful," said Azusa, sternly. "Now please leave. This is difficult enough to decipher without you bothering me."

"The great Azusa Yumi, struggling with her studies?" said Spirit, with a laugh. "I never thought I'd see the day. You know, I could give you a hand, if you want..."

"Hah! I don't want your hand anywhere near me," said Azusa, with a scowl. "Besides, what hope would you have in working out this spell if I can't? I can't make sense of these- Wait a minute, that's it!"Struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, she pulled out a fresh piece of paper and scrawled a series of arcane symbols onto the page. "Got it! It was written in code! I just had to reorder the symbols the right way and there it is."

"Um... there what is?" said Spirit, scratching his head in confusion.

"The spell, you dunce!" said Azusa, irritably. "I couldn't work out what it was supposed to do, but now it's obvious. It's a curse that... that..." Her face turned pale as she traced her fingers across the last few symbols. "...That causes any non-witch who writes it down to be-" But she never finished that sentence, because her entire body was suddenly engulfed in a puff of bright pink smoke as she spoke.

The smoke soon dispersed, though, and, where there had just been a studious woman leaning over the table, there instead stood a large horse. A horse that let out a whinny of surprise at the sight of its own hooves. Azusa knew she shouldn't have been so surprised. After all, she had just read that the curse was going to transform her like this, but it was still a shock to find herself standing on four legs, covered in fur, her arms gone and her hands and feet replaced with solid hooves. She turned her long, furry head to look back over her re-shaped, quadrapedal self - slightly disconserted by the feeling of her new mane swishing slightly against her newly-elongated neck as she did so - towards the tail that now hung out from the end of her now-equine spine. And that was when she saw Spirit, standing behind her, grinning widely.

"Hahaha! What was that about always being careful, horse-y girl?" he sniggered. "I thought it was 'impossible' for you to get yourself cursed!"

Azusa turned her long, horse's neck away from him, swishing her new tail contemptously behind her as he began to laugh like an idiot. She stared daggers at the space in front of her, her new, farmyard animal's body bubbling over with anger and embarrassment. If her newly-long face hadn't been covered in fur, it would have been burning bright-red. How could she have done this to herself? To get herself stuck in the form of a simple beast of burden? And why did he have to see her do it? That was the worst thing of all. If she'd been alone when this had happened, she could have found a way to change herself back to normal - and maintain her reputation - before anyone found out. But now, she was doomed. Even if she could get herself back to humanity, she'd never be able to live this down.

"Hey, Azusa, thinking of entering the Grand National this year, are you?" said Spirit, still chuckling. Azusa tried to tell him to shut up, but all that escaped her new, equine lips was a loud neigh. A sound that only caused Spirit to laugh even harder. Still refusing to look at him, Azusa let out another angry neigh and stamped her hoof solidly against the library floor.

"Oh, Azusa, why the long face?" said Spirit, with a titter. "It's not all bad. See, you've got a butt to die for!" He teasingly slapped her newly fur-covered rear end, laughing to himself as he did so, and the girl-turned-horse's anger reached boiling point. In a fury, she lowered her long head, spread out her new front legs in front of her and kicked out with her back legs, whinny-ing loudly. One of her back hooves struck Spirit square in the stomach and he collapsed to the floor behind her with a dull thud.

Azusa regained her balance as best she could in her unfamiliar, four-legged, hooved form, turning her head to face Spirit again. There he was, laying on the floor beneath her rear legs, clutching his stomach and groaning to himself. Good, she thought, as she flicked her furry head back towards the book, feeling her mane droop over her neck as she stared down her the length of her long, equine face towards the tome's still-open pages. Maybe now he'll leave me to work out a counter-curse in peace. But then, as she caught a glimpse of her front hooves, a thought struck her. She'd activated the curse by writing it down, right? Might she need to do the same to reverse it? And that would prove very difficult to do, now that she didn't have any fingers. She let out a neigh that was supposed to be a sigh and turned her sight back to the groaning man on the floor. If she was ever going to get back to humanity, she might have to rely on that pathetic womaniser's help...

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The DWMA library was nearly silent, save for the scratch of Azusa's pen as she took constant notes. She was the only person left in there, all the students having already gone back to their rooms for the night, but she wasn't going anywhere. Not when she had got hold of a witch's spell-book and was studying it furiously. The best way to prepare for battle was to know as much about your enemy and their spells as possible, after all. She was so engrossed in her note-taking, in fact, that she didn't notice someone else entering the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, if it isn't the queen of committee charimen," said Spirit, grinning down at her. "Having another wild night as usual, Azusa?"

"Go away, Spirit," said Azusa, wearily, as she swatted his hand from her shoulder. "I'm too busy to suffer your patheitc attempts at flirtation right now. ...And what are you doing in here, anyway?"

"Oh, you know, looking for girls," said Spirit, breezily. "Maybe a cute student who was struggling with her studies... Someone I could offer to take back to my place for some, er, private tuition..."

"You're disgusting," said Azusa, without taking her eyes from her book. "Go away, now."

"What are you doing, anyway?" said Spirit, completely ignoring Azusa's request. "Studying witch magic? You want to be careful with that stuff. You don't want to end up accidentally cursing yourself, or something."

"Impossible. I'm always careful," said Azusa, sternly. "Now please leave. This is difficult enough to decipher without you bothering me."

"The great Azusa Yumi, struggling with her studies?" said Spirit, with a laugh. "I never thought I'd see the day. You know, I could give you a hand, if you want..."

"Hah! I don't want your hand anywhere near me," said Azusa, with a scowl. "Besides, what hope would you have in working out this spell if I can't? I can't make sense of these- Wait a minute, that's it!"Struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, she pulled out a fresh piece of paper and scrawled a series of arcane symbols onto the page. "Got it! It was written in code! I just had to reorder the symbols the right way and there it is."

"Um... there what is?" said Spirit, scratching his head in confusion.

"The spell, you dunce!" said Azusa, irritably. "I couldn't work out what it was supposed to do, but now it's obvious. It's a curse that... that..." Her face turned pale as she traced her fingers across the last few symbols. "...That causes any non-witch who writes it down to be-" But she never finished that sentence, because her entire body was suddenly engulfed in a puff of bright pink smoke as she spoke.

The smoke soon dispersed, though, and, where there had just been a studious woman leaning over the table, there instead stood a large horse. A horse that let out a whinny of surprise at the sight of its own hooves. Azusa knew she shouldn't have been so surprised. After all, she had just read that the curse was going to transform her like this, but it was still a shock to find herself standing on four legs, covered in fur, her arms gone and her hands and feet replaced with solid hooves. She turned her long, furry head to look back over her re-shaped, quadrapedal self - slightly disconserted by the feeling of her new mane swishing slightly against her newly-elongated neck as she did so - towards the tail that now hung out from the end of her now-equine spine. And that was when she saw Spirit, standing behind her, grinning widely.

"Hahaha! What was that about always being careful, horse-y girl?" he sniggered. "I thought it was 'impossible' for you to get yourself cursed!"

Azusa turned her long, horse's neck away from him, swishing her new tail contemptously behind her as he began to laugh like an idiot. She stared daggers at the space in front of her, her new, farmyard animal's body bubbling over with anger and embarrassment. If her newly-long face hadn't been covered in fur, it would have been burning bright-red. How could she have done this to herself? To get herself stuck in the form of a simple beast of burden? And why did he have to see her do it? That was the worst thing of all. If she'd been alone when this had happened, she could have found a way to change herself back to normal - and maintain her reputation - before anyone found out. But now, she was doomed. Even if she could get herself back to humanity, she'd never be able to live this down.

"Hey, Azusa, thinking of entering the Grand National this year, are you?" said Spirit, still chuckling. Azusa tried to tell him to shut up, but all that escaped her new, equine lips was a loud neigh. A sound that only caused Spirit to laugh even harder. Still refusing to look at him, Azusa let out another angry neigh and stamped her hoof solidly against the library floor.

"Oh, Azusa, why the long face?" said Spirit, with a titter. "It's not all bad. See, you've got a butt to die for!" He teasingly slapped her newly fur-covered rear end, laughing to himself as he did so, and the girl-turned-horse's anger reached boiling point. In a fury, she lowered her long head, spread out her new front legs in front of her and kicked out with her back legs, whinny-ing loudly. One of her back hooves struck Spirit square in the stomach and he collapsed to the floor behind her with a dull thud.

Azusa regained her balance as best she could in her unfamiliar, four-legged, hooved form, turning her head to face Spirit again. There he was, laying on the floor beneath her rear legs, clutching his stomach and groaning to himself. Good, she thought, as she flicked her furry head back towards the book, feeling her mane droop over her neck as she stared down her the length of her long, equine face towards the tome's still-open pages. Maybe now he'll leave me to work out a counter-curse in peace. But then, as she caught a glimpse of her front hooves, a thought struck her. She'd activated the curse by writing it down, right? Might she need to do the same to reverse it? And that would prove very difficult to do, now that she didn't have any fingers. She let out a neigh that was supposed to be a sigh and turned her sight back to the groaning man on the floor. If she was ever going to get back to humanity, she might have to rely on that pathetic womaniser's help...

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