~~ Dear Pen Pal...
I'm at a lost today. I don't know where to begin. As you've read in my previous letters, my life had been easygoing and not at all exciting. Yes, I remember you telling me it was boring, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You know how my health isn't up to regular stimulation like hiking, mountain sledding, or being chased by a bull... A growing fad in Poland that originated from festivals in Spain. My life changed when I met that Witch Girl I told you about, Penny. I only offered her a place to stay, now she evolved into this freeloading sloth. I can't keep up with her behaviour. Sometimes, I wish my life returned back to the way it was, boring, not exciting, and not at all stimulating.... Oh right, I'm sorry. The real reason I wrote this letter was to tell you:
My very first friend came to visit me today...
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Today was a glorious day.
Not because the sun was shining. Not because there was a grand festival going on outside in the town. And definitely not because the mayor of Warsaw was finally marrying off his daughter to a plausible suitor.
It's because a certain friend came over to visit Frederic Chopin.
The musical composer would have been thrilled to hear that he finally had a visitor to see him and only him... If only the frail youth didn't believe he was healthy enough to finally attend his classes and catch up on school work.
So yes, he was out. Pity. But that didn't mean the Chopin Family Parlour was 'completely' empty...
"... Did you not see the sign, pipsqueak? No solicitor, bibles, or newspaper. Now scram! I'm waiting for my darling to come home and feed me!"
"O-oh! Sorry, please don't be mis-mistaken. I-I'm here to see Sir Chopin... U-uhm, Frederic Ch-Chopin, n-not his father. Ahem."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that. I'm not into having an affair with older men."
".........What?"
It was a regular Autumn Afternoon. The students should still be in school, or possibly playing hooky on that matter and frolicking in the red leaves to kill time. At a certain Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for schoolboys), the visitor in question was greeted by a certain Witch who was a fugitive to the grand Witch Hunts of Britain and the Holy Churches.
The one who dropped by was small young man, wearing an elaborate green and ochre-yellow colored suit. With hair tied up in an awkward manner that made it poof out, gave this boy the wrong impression of a girl. Obviously, that wasn't the case.
"What do you want? I'm running the bath and I need to get my body ready soon for Chop-Chop to come home and do stuff with me."
".............................Heh?"
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"Don't 'heh' me like some kind of clumsy girl from a messed up flipbook animation! Just shoo! Get going or I'll call the poli---Wait...that coat in your hands... doesn't that belong to Chop-Chop? I-I mean, th-the jam stain I made on his sleeve last week is still there.........You, boy, what is your relationship with him?"
"Oh-oh! Yes, h-how clumsy of me to not direct myself to the point! U-um, um... um."
"Stutter anymore and I'll cast Silence on you - for the rest of your life!"
"N-Nyaa! M-my name is Franz Liszt, a-a friend of Sir Chopin. H-he left his coat while we were practicing music together a-at my house."
"............................................................................."
The guest at the door didn't understand. He knew it was cold outside, what being Autumn in Poland and all. But it was 'exceptionally' cold today. So cold, she felt the pores in her bone starting to crack and splinter. That, or her joints were starting to shake and rattle.
Like how a bunny shivers when it's frozen still in the presence of a hungry lion.
To make matters worse, she ignored her natural flight responses and continued to speak in a small voice.
"S-Sir Chopin was in rush to get back home. He said something about getting dinner ready for his little sisters sisters and one lazy cat, wh-which I find very admirable in him d-despite how frail his health is right now...... Ah, back to the topic. Um, I-I came to bring back his coat. D-don't worry, I-I personally hand washed it and avoided using any chemical scents that could cause rash to his skin. I-I'm aware how sensiive his body is to synthetic materials."
".................................You... know his body?"
"Co-could you perhaps be one of Sir Chopin's little sisters. Um...Ludwika!... N-no, she's in university and overseas right now... Ah, Izabella!... You kick people's shins right?... No? Um...Oh-oh! You have to be Emilia, the one who won three prizes in the Folklore Storytelling contest and wants to become a doc--"
"Penelope Cambridge"
"... Oh... I'm sorry, Miss Penelope. Um. Please tell Sir Chopin—"
"Please remember my name as you reflect in your grave."
"........................................................................................... I ?...I beg your pard---"
"VENGEAAAAAAAAANCE!"
"M-MEAP! W-WAIT! WH-WHY ARE YOU MOUNTING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?"
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As much as anyone didn't want to ruin a good autumn day like this, it was inevitable.
There have been studies where you pit two lions together and then you toss in a single female. Based on the Laws of Darwin, obviously there would be no sharing. So a duel to the death to see who was more worthy to mate and pass down their superior genes was necessary. Although, the trigger of this conflict wasn't present (still in school for once), the two candidate (lady) lions vying for a worthy mate, still ignited.
In other words, they had lots of cat-fighting afterwards... but given the visitor's frail demeanor, this battle was more like a one-sided massacre worse than the Battle of Bunker Hill. (Witch 20 : Guest 0.1)
"NYAAAA-HAA-HAAAA! FEEL THE WRATH OF THIS WITCH ALMIGHTY YOU HEATHEEEEEEEN!"
"KYAAAA! KYAAAAA! SIR CHOP-CHOP! SIR CHOP-CHOP! PLEASE S-SAVE MEEEE!"
"......Little boy...what did you say?"
"Uwaa-uwaa! S-Sir Chopin a-asked him t-to call him that! L-like a n-nickname a-as we're friends!"
"..... He told you to call him that...He - told you - to call him - by the same pet name I gave him?"
"................... Y...Yes?"
"YOU MOTHERFU—!"
Children who are reading this, please look away.