"Nothing much. Rashes, insomnia, narcolepsy, explosive sneezing, immortality, and demonic possession," you answered, trying not to look at Apocrita as she glared at you. When she didn't answer you, you relented and said "Honestly, we don't know what to expect. Maybe I'll have no other side effects, maybe I'll get hit with so many that you won't even recognize me. Magic can do all sorts of shit after all."