"What's the book, Chuck?" Matt asked, between sneezes.
"The Grimoire we recovered."
"It's not a curse," Matt insisted, blowing his nose.
"She yelled 'I curse you, Matt Wilder!'"
"She's not the first."
"Fever? Congestion? Sore throat?" Charlie asked, ticking off items on his clipboard.
"It's just a cold."
"Yeah... or the first stages of a Transmogrification Curse."
"It's not a curse," Matt said again, as he coughed up something vaguely slug-like.
Charlie poked it with his pencil and it hissed and scuttled across Matt's desk.
"...but if it'll make you happy, I suppose we could do the de-cursing ritual anyway."