She takes a cheerful, satisfied slurp of coffee, makes a face both at the taste and at the heat, and then sighs happily. "I mean I could, yeah, actually? But it's really fuckin' hard, like... Say if I want to make myself float or some shit. No problem, I'm me, I'm casting the spell on myself, I want it to work. Tada."

She gestures out the window. "But like... another person? Or an animal? They've got a will of their own and if they don't want to be lifted off the ground I'm going to have a fuck of a time doing it. It's basically their will against mine, in a way."