Things were... looking up, surprisingly. Things had hit a rocky patch a little while back, but she was back on her feet now. Or, at least, what she considered to be 'back on her feet'. A couple of covens had gotten themselves in a tizzy over something or other, and naturally, they needed a neutral party to act as a go-between. Lucky her.
She was stood in a courtyard, or what may have been a courtyard before time and a lack of interest had broken its paving stones and made large weeds spring up through the cracks. It was a place no one ever spent time in, but it was a busy thoroughfare between some mostly boarded-up shops and one of the larger and equally run-down residential areas. So, she'd put down her bag, left her hat on the ground and few in a few one keystone pieces (just so she didn't look too pathetic) and started her usual routine. There was nothing particularly unique about this act, but it was charming. Pigeons would fly from her sleeves, she'd shuffle her cards before asking anyone passing to pick a card. Pick a card, good sir, pick a card, any card.
Mostly, Turpin was ignored. Sometimes, she'd get a few people here and there enchanted by her relatively simple magic. On good days, she received enough to survive off, but not enough to make up for the bad days. Although, it wasn't like street magic was her only source of income.