"Who's wasting time?" Hecate asked mildly, tilting her head up to look at her ceiling canvas, her legs walking her in a perfect circle widdershins around the centre of the living room. She shifted an ornamental lamp a little, to clear her path, and once she had completed one full circle she started another. Three times, before she stood at the northernmost point and looked up at the ceiling again, producing a simple wand of yew from one of her loose black sleeves. Clementine had fallen asleep again, so there was nothing to disturb Hecate's focus as she raised the wand, sweeping it in a wide circle as she started to draw the shape of the trap on the ceiling.