~~ Dear Pen Pal,
My oldest sister, Ludwika, came to visit me while taking a break from her studies overseas. I admire her, mostly of how beautiful and confident she is whenever she faces people en masse. Performing for an audience is one matter, I am alone on the stage. But once I step off that wooden blocl, all these girls and boys would tackle me, trying to get my autograph, a piece of my clothing, or even cut a lock of my hair with scissors hidden in their sleeves. It is very terrifying. Ludwika is different, she knows how to handle a crowd with only a smile. The kind that make women flock to her side and keeps men at a distance. She can be dangerous when she's angry, but she knows when to stop if the wounds are too deep. Despite how complicated she can be, I truly love my big sister...
Also, she brought me lots of exotic souvenirs from her travelling! My favorite gift, is this bottle of fresh Maple Syrup from the British Colony in the North! It's very sweet, and surprisingly invigorating!
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"Pant. Pant. Pant. C-Chop-Chop... T-tell me, wh-when will Mi-Mistress---I mean your sister come back h-home? I-I don't know why, b-but... M-my body longs for her sweet whip again♥! Aaahn♥♥! J-just thinking about the sound the flog makes across my back is making me tremble with the wrong reaction! I-is this an addiction!?"
"Ludwika's currently teaching overseas at another Music college. Also supervising the Russian Symphonic group in their next recital in Moscow, as well as St. Petersburg. She won't be back until mid or late December. Maybe next spring."
"THAT'S MORE THAN THREE MONTHS! M-MY BODY WILL WITHER F-FROM THE WITH-WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS BY THEN!........................... Unless♥--"
"Penny. I refuse to be the substitute teacher."
"NO JUSTIIIIIIIIIIICE! MISTREEEEESSS! PLEASE COME BAAAAAAAAAACK!"
Frederic Chopin frown. It was bad for his health as it will cause a negative fluctation that involves his psychology distorting the natural Chakras in his body. The alignment of his aura to his blood circulation would be off by 10 degrees to the North and surely he would have a big headache at the zenith of the sun at the tenth hour of the tenth day of the tenth month.
In other words, he wasn't happy to have the freeloading Witch constantly pull at his entire arm, all the while screaming for his older sister's name like a love-sick puppy.
He can't play his piano like this. Sigh.
"...Penny... I promised to join Franz Liszt as part of a Piano Quartet to perform Franz Schubert's 'Die Forelle' (The Trout). It's for an elementary school concert that he's interested in encouraging students to learn more about music. So please, stop swinging my arm like it's a broken bicycle pedal... I can't have milk because I'm lactose intolerant, so my bones aren't that strong."
"No! No! Noooooo-hooo-hoooo! M-Mistress! Come back and punish your lowly servant some more! Sh-she needs your whip of love to stay alive! Guuggegh! Aaag! M-my body! I-it's cramping! I-I can feel the dopamine withdrawl h-hitting my very nerves! Agguuggagg! G-goood... C-Cold Turkey hurts! It huuuuurts! M-Mistresssgggfhhhfffssssgg!"
"...Penny. I understand you miss Ludwika. But rolling around the ground like a cat will not help you. So please stop pretending to be sick."
Stolen novel; please report.
"I-I'm n-n-n-n-n-noooottgggffsssshhhbvvfffffff..."
"H-HEY! D-DON'T JUST UP AND FROTH FROM THE MOUTH TO MAKE YOUR POINT! S-SERIOUSLY, H-HOW DO I EXPLAIN TO MY MOTHER IF SHE SEES THIS BUBBLY WHITE STAIN ON THE CARPET AND A WITCH LIKE YOU SPRAWLED ON THE FLOOR LIKE A VICTIM! G-GET OVER HERE!"
The Composer only wanted to spend this warm autumn day in peace. The temperature outside and the warmth of the sunlight poking through the cracks of the curtains were just right. It felt like a good day to sit down, and play a brand new musical piece on his beloved piano.
He honestly, wanted to spend quality time with the music in his heart.
Not busy himself with quickly brewing a warm cup of tea to quell the mess that was welling up inside of the Lazy Witch girl.
"Hurry and drink this, or whatever is in your body will ruin your liver!"
"N-no! Cough! I-it's sour! A-and it's hot! P-plus wh-why do I smell pineapple! What the f**k did you put in this tea!?"
"Do you know how much Pineapple extract costs!? I had to pay one of the school boys who live are boarding in the family parlour to go back to his hometown of California in the United Colonies to get some! I only use it to bake my specialty pineapple and cranberry bread for Izabella. She's a picky glutton for sweets."
"S-still, th-that doesn't mean you can add such questionable extract into anything! Espcially not into a cup of tea you're serving to a girl!"
"Are you throwing up right now?"
"Of course not! Do you not see how lovely and energetic this Witch is! Why I---Oh my god, I'm alive!"
"Sigh. Don't tell this to anyone, but this is also a special brew I've concocted on my own. The pineapple's sweet and sour scent helps to reduce nausea and vomitting in pregnant ladies."
".......I-it even relieved me of my withdrawal symptoms.......Chop-Chop, let's--"
"No. I'm not going to tell you the recipe of my special tea. You'll only waste the extract for the sake of reducing your so called withdrawal symptoms."
"Tch."
"I may be a frail child who can't last more than 20 steps under a hot sun, but I'm not an idiot. So please don't behave."
The Witch clicked her tongue again after hearing the Polish Composer tell her the house rules of the Chopin Family Parlour. She truly felt better after experiencing a nightmarish relapse in her body. The Witch felt like she could do anything to make herself stronger... so long as she forced herself to remember the sweet scent of exotic tropical fruit.
"...O...one more wiff. I-i'll let you hug my body!"
"No. Now go to your room and clean your bed already!"
"... I thought you made your bed this morning."
"You're actual bedroom up the secret attic! Not my room!"
"Sigh. Chop-Chop no fun."
The Witch let out a sigh as she twirled a lazy finger through her lazy sun-blonde hair. She honestly was not motivated to do manual labour. As she was a witch, she should actually be doing magical stuff or brew potions in her spare time. Not making beds or smacking the dust out from her covers.
That's a man's job, or so she thought.
"... Hey, Chop-Chop. If i ever passed out from another withdrawal spell... will you kiss me like in the books?"
"No. I won't. CPR is completely different than a French Kiss. It's a technique that was developed by a Swedish doctor to resuscitate baby. As much as I am the steward of the Chopin Family Parlour, I really don't want to use that skill to anyone. I prefer to leave that to my little sister Emilia. Even at the age of 8, she as more medical knowledge than the local town physician."
".................................................Gag. Gag."
"Please stop making fake noises and clean your room. My legs don't have the strength to climb up the ladder to he attic today."
"And if I say n---"
"I'll cut your rations."
"--Nnnnnooothiiiiiiiing............Ugii (TxT)"
For the rest of the day, Chopin felt blessed to hear nothing but the sound of silence as he played his lovly music. All the while a certain Lazy Witch stomping around in the attic in total defeat.
The best part of it was, the attic was three floors above the living room, completely sound proof ahead of time. Coincidence?