"Sort of." Or, you know, it went back to seventh grade, if you spun it out far enough. "The disease, the plague-thing, attacked anybody with magic. Or... talents that are kind of magical, I guess." She wondered if it would have gone after Dinah, and didn't really like the thought that probably, yeah. "It gave us... dreams, or hallucinations, visions, something like that, where we had to choose between letting it burn away the magic part, or dying, or try to hold on to it and getting changed somehow."