"Chop Chop, I want a pet."

"My mother's allergic. Try another request."

"I want Barley Beer."

"My father's allergic.... And you've already drank all of his Gin and Rum."

Frederic Chopin wanted to spent some peace and quiet time with his beloved Piano, to become inspired by the powers of nature and craft his next musical piece. If only the Witch hiding in his Family Parlour meant for boarding boys wasn't drop dead drunk.

"Hiic?. I-I-I'm serious, I-I want to - hic? - become the Pr-President of the United States! Yes - We - Caaaaaan! Hickkggff?"

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"There's no such place called the United States. No one understands what prophecy you're talking about."

"Hicc?! I-I'm the love child of the Queen of Britain!"

"If that is true, I see why she dumped you in Poland... Sigh."

Frederic Chopin was already in bad health. He always had the usual about of coughing, dizziness, and stumbling from a fainting spell, but never once did he suffer signs or symptoms of headache. However, ever since this Witch girl wearing a robe resembling a Japanese Kimono was hiding in his home from the Witch Hunt, he has been getting a lot more headaches recently. He wanted to pass it off as a cold, but he didn't have a stuffy nose. Not yet anyways.

"Penny. Please stop stripping your robes and sit on a chair while I make some tea to sober you up... Insufferable woman."

"Hey! Hiccup?! I-I'll have you know--I'm a hot witch! Don't you see my long and sexy legs!? Yeah! I can cast white stuff from my eyes that can burn a girl's face off with a cute firebolt--Hiccup?! D-don't try me, I can use Col-Color Spray - hicc? - and make her skin all tingly and sensitive she'll want me to do it again, again and--Hiccup?-Again! Sh-she'll be so red and panting, even a dog would want her--Hic? hic? hicckk?? hicckkffffbrrr!??"

".................................... I give up. Get off my Piano."

Unable to handle the stress from his poor health, not being able to convene to school and make friends more than his 10 fingers and thumbs, and this drunk Witch - he started to play one of his favorite tunes to calm down.

"Goodness, Gracius--Hiccup?, great balls of fire!"

"STOP DUMPING MY FATHER'S VODKA INTO MY PIANO AND DON'T YOU DARE DROP THAT MATCH!"