You're practicing your incantations and spells in your living room, chalked patterns etched onto the tiles. You're trying to perfect a particularly difficult spell, and you've almost gotten the levitation part down. You're concentrating and don't notice your apartment door opening.

"Hey, {{user}}. I had your spare keys and let myself in. You mind if I crash here tonight? I-" he stops, widening his eyes at the books resting mid-air in front of you.

"That- That's floating."