mcgraffiti
First rule of urban magic: All buildings needed protection. Sigils were super easy, once you had training - Joly was lucky they were her mother's favorite subject. She could basically draw sigils in her sleep. But! She wasn't asleep now. The winter sun was shining, the world was busy, she'd had three shots of espresso, and the can of neon green spray paint in her hand was as wide awake as she was. Dormancy was traded for activity, the tip of Joly's tongue caught between her teeth as she drew an purposeful set of symbols across the old brick.
The sound of footsteps close by made her jump, dragging a line off course. Ugh! Joly could almost see the magic fizzle into the air. Didn't people know better than to disrupt a witch at work? She huffed, spinning on her heel to face the interruption, a white knuckled grip remaining on the can of paint.
"Can I help you?" she asked, foot tapping one-two quick. "I was nearly done with that."