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"Say Chop-Chop. How do you celebrate New Years in your country? With Fireworks? Or, do you take a Dog Sled ride under the Norther Lights that's getting popular recently?"

"Before you say anything else to continue this conversation – wipe your body dry and put on some clothes. You're soaking the floor boards. Mold will grow in the cracks and I can't deal with that with regular soap and water."

Zelazowa Wola, Poland 1827. In the modest little nation that was well known for music, culture, and appreciation of the arts, there was this certain little Family Parlour that housed a simple hard working family, doubling as a boarding house for boys going to school.

The Chopin Family Parlour.

Now, normally the only girls allowed in this all-boys boarding house were a certain composer's three sisters. He did not have any more than three, neither did he have anything less than three. Just three. But the issue right now was, he took in a fourth girl. No, he didn't lock her up in a cellar just to do all sorts of nasty things to her body, that wasn't his hobby.

Composing was his hobby. Music was his small and beautiful world. The Piano was his wife. The fourth girl was a witch. This was not a figurative speech.

"Oh please Chop-Chop. You've seen me naked so many times, you just tend to ignore me and play with your mistress of a piano. Honestly, it hurts my pride as a woman knowing a young man like yourself would stare up into the sky looking for flying pigs, instead of seeing anything at eyelevel... I really wanted to say 'Oye, bucko. My eyes are up here, eh'... At least say something to a refined lady like me, godd*mn it!"

"Penny."

"Yes♥? Yes♥? *Blink Blink*"

"I ran out of ink. Could you get me another ink bottle in the cellar. And please don't take my father's rum while you're down there."

"............................ Chop-Chop. Sometimes I really love you. But 99% of the time, I resent you for not acting on your instinct as a man... Sigh."

The boy's name very simple, as much as lived a simple life. At the age of 17, no one would have thought he would ever become a prodigy at the ivory keys, nor fathomed he would go on to produce over 230 Waltz, Nocturnes, Polonaises, Etudes, Impromptus, Scherzos, Preludes, Sonata, and Folk Music that would change the musical history of the world and the future generations.

His humble name is Frederic Chopin. And he wholeheartedly regret taking in the Witch who was trying to escape the Witch Hunt in that English Nation in the far west. He was a young man who thrived on principles and steel hard discipline.

Which is exactly why he didn't bother to look at a certain Witch who was standing naked and dripping in the empty living room of the family parlor. She just walked out of a shower, and had forgotten to prepare a towel. Even her hair was soaked and plaster to her bare body, thus most of her important parts were covered from the eyes to see, thank god. Anything lower was conveniently censored by either a side table or a random flower plant but that wasn't important.

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The key thing to take from all this, would be the fact she only remembered to wear her iconic witch hat... yeah, she has issues as a woman.

Despite all that description, she was already holding up two different witch robes that resembled kimonos of the far east. She has this look as if to say, I can't pick out which one matches my shoes.

"So which one should I wear for the News Year's Festival. This one that looks like the summer sky of Diamond Switzerland or the one that screams Kingdom of Roses and Lilac."

"First off, no birthday suits."

"O-of course I don't plan on using the Emperor's New Clothes motif that used to be a rage back in London! That would too embarrassing if over 100 pairs of eyes were to molest my body in their minds before my future husband does."

"Then at least dry yourself off before you walk out of the shower. Now please, I need to complete these Nocturne for the New Year Festival. My performance may be listed in the middle of the musician roster, the host is terrible with organization. She would pretty much select performers by a draw of the hat."

"... Why do I feel like my housewife alert system is activating."

"She's my teacher. We don't have any relationship."

"Phew. And you never go to school at all. I'm glad that potential problem was sorted out."

"Again. I'm not playing hooky. My doctor says I should keep out of class at least four times a week."

"Do you know how many people would kill to just have four days off from a week of school. So why the mopey look."

Frederic Chopin frowned. As much as he does stay home from school, it was not by choice or preference. Since a wee lad, he always craved to go to school. See new people, make friends, have a rose-colored school life from elementary, middle school, to highschool. However, he had frail health.

Even if it rained a bit, he would find it difficult to breath. As his homeroom teacher was also the Physical Education instructor, seeing her for the whole 8 hours but not show up to P.E. would just p*ss her off. And since every day was P.E., he had to force himself to be an absentee.

Sigh. How he too craved to walk outside under the sun and bask in the sunlight.

"God, Chop-Chop. If you walked outside of this house when the sun's blasting, you'll light up like a Christmas tree drenched with gasoline. There would be nothing left of you to admire my body."

"...Penny."

"Joke. Joke. Just the last part that is. But honestly, you'll be extra crispy if you walk out into the sun like today."

"... I still have a performance for the festival tonight."

"Then carry an umbrella. In fact, I have one specially made hiding in my Pocket Space Magic! Yes. It has been enchanted to reflect 100% UV rays, I call it 'Sunscreen-2000'!"

"Walking into town with a pink parasol will not help to improve my health."

"Fuu. Stingy boy's like you should appreciate a girl's token of affection. Don't you think it's sweet pure maidens give their handkerchief to the knights they love as a keepsake?"

"Please put some clothes on already."

"Oh? Could it be Chop-Chop, my persistent nagging in the Emperor's New Clothing has finally broken your cold hearted core? Will you pounce on little old me and take me as your wedlock bride, I wonder... Hu-hu.... Guh! I-I'm drooling!"

"No. I could already see the 16 other boys who live in this boarding house coming home. They're already unlocking the front door to the living room."

"...Nn...NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! A-AREN'T THEY SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER 4 HOURS?"

"Today is New Years Eve. All schools are half day for the students to attend the Festival."

"NO JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!"

And that day, about 16 boarding boys and one Composer had an early viewing of a series of blinding Fire Work Magic. They resembled more like military countermeasure then festive pyrotechnics.

... Happy New Year 2018.