Been a while since I did any personal pieces. I'm super burnt out, especially of stories, so no long story to go with this one, sorry.

Seeking some much needed stress relief, Luna gives in to the temptation to have a bit of fun. The spell is willingly cast, but completely out of her control once started. All she can do is stand there while the spectral hands pet and sculpt her body, slowly draining her mind down into her udders until she's an ordinary, mooing dairy cow.
Now, whether this spell is just meant for a few days or for something more long term... well MOST of the spells in this chapter of the book are temporary. But who's to say if she actually checked the duration of this one before casting it? We certainly can't ask her now, can we?