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=== "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" ~~GreenFlame!

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"Chop Chooooop. We're out of rum."

"I'm busy right now."

"You're truancing and playing the piano again... what's new today?"

"... I'm in the middle of something."

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Frederic Chopin wasn't feeling well again. Even if the sun was bright and sunny, clear skies and soothing winds, he wasn't in the state to freely walk to school without fear of passing out from 'over-exercise'. That or it was really a mask to cover for his true intent for staying at home in the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys).

"You know, if those notes were Runes and Arcanic Sigils, I would have mistaken you as a prodigy in Magic... Want to become a Wizard?"

"I'm busy. I don't have time to dress up like a mental patient and wave around a tree twig while mumbling nonsense."

"APOLOGIZE!"

Chopin flinched and nearly ruined the next note on his music sheet, as he was using the old fashion quill and ink (not spill-proof ball point pens). And the one who was shaking his body in his piano seat was a certain Witch wearing a robe that resembled a Japanese Kimono. Forgot her name.

"Penelope. Please stop shaking me around like a rag doll... You're making me spill ink on my sheets."

"Apologize to my pride as a Witch! Apologize to my pride as a Witch!"

"... After I finish this bar."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"