~~ Dear Pen Pal,
I feel sorry, for not talking to Franz lately. As I said before, I have been occupied with various performances for the town I live in. Ever since I first performed in a symphony for my father at the age of 7, I have been constantly dragged into one band after another orchestra. My childhood was rough, literally, mostly involved a lot of tug-o-wars to see which musical group could have full rights to my skills. I often walk back home to my mother, either one of my arms flopping by my side. I know she does not admit it, but she needs a license before you pop people's bone back into place... What was I talking about? Right, Franz. How terrible of me to forget him.
Due to focusing on my music, I have neglected him. He was so excited to take me to see Buffalo Bill's traveling Wild West Circus. I should really make it up to him... I heard La Boheme will be coming to Warsaw Opera House soon. Many of the actors and actress are from that country, America, and even from France. Maybe, I should invite him to watch it, it's a wonderful opera...
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Franz Liszt's dream / nightmare... didn't end on a high note.
"Hey vixen crossdresser. Here's your tea. Now down it one swallow and get out before Chop-Chop comes back home. Otherwise, seeing your bare legs like this will ignite something difficult to put out even in the heart of that stoic child."
"R-right. Y-you make a good point. I-I can't have Sir Chopin see me in this state. I-I look like Juliet after she had an rampant love affair with Romeo!! I-I'm so unsightly! Um, c-could you please give me back my pants! I just realize how cold it is!"
"...Heh. Get on your knees and beg me, little girl~♥."
"Th-that's so mean! Please give them back!"
The Witch was enjoying her moment of power that day. She never thought she would enjoy waving around a pair of boy's pants over her head, like someone who scored a critical goal in a soccer game. All the while a Hungarian Composer girl was hopping up and down like a bunny, failing to grab even the hem of her own trousers.
"Nyaa-nyaa-nyaa! You can't touch them! Shorty!"
"Sh-shut up! I-I'm just a late bloomer! O-one day I'll...I'll...I'LL DEFINITELY GROW BIGGER THAN A COW LIKE---"
"Penny, I'm back. Please don't make any trouble for me, I'm tired. I struggled to keep myself from passing out while writing out the answer from a trigonometic function. I think my blood pressure is getting lower."
"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah."
Three sounds were made. One, from the Hungarian Girl who was pretending to be a boy. One from the Lazy Witch who was waving a pair of pant above her head. One, from a Polish Composer who was about to pass out he second he sinks into a chair.
The three individuals had somehow connected all of their personal routes with each other into one major triangular crossroad in the living room of the Chopin Family Parlour.
They all stared at each other, their mouths open in mid-sentence.
............................................................................................ (Do something already!)
...... The first one to lose in this game of frozen was Franz Liszt. Not wanting to be identified by her very own friend who believed she was a 100% guy she resorted to one tactical solution.
She took off the bucket-shade from a tableside lamp and put it over her head.
"Y-y-you saw nothing! You know nothing! Y-you didn't wake up this morning!"
"... Um...Is that some kind of mystical chant...Wait. Penny...could this mean...that she's a Witch like you, avoiding the Church Hunters?"
"Wh-what?"
"WHAT!?"
The Lampshade Franz Liszt squeaked while the Lazy Witch squawked. Before the latter could open her mouth and tell the protagonist the truth of this disconcerting plot twist, the former tossed tea into the Witch's eyes and face then sealed her mouth with the emptied tea cup.
"YES! I AM!"
"BLEGGGGGGFFFFFFMMMMMMM!!"
Don't worry, the water was lukewarm so the Lazy Witch wasn't scalded. Given the complexity of the situation as well as how sensitive the tension was, it would be easier to conclude that in this moment, Franz Lizst = Hungarian Composer Girl = Lampshade 'Witch'.
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"It's true! I-I'm a Witch! I-I ride on a chimney broom and keep a black cat! I-I eat roots from s-strange plants and I always cook purple soup in a big cauldron!"
"MMMMMM!? MMGGFFFHHH! MMGGFFFGGG!"
(THE F**K WOMAN!? DON'T MAKE US WITCHES LOOK BAD!)
"I-I have the p-power to turn into a frog a-at will!...R...Ribbit! SEE!"
"GGGGMMMMGGGUYUGGGGMMMGGUUYYY!?"
(ARE YOU AN IDIOT!?)
"......................."
Frederic Chopin was exhausted. Having walked all the way to school that sat on a hill, connected by roads that offer no shade from the sun, and working very hard to avoid interacting with other students who would start to ask 'hey, who's that guy' 'probably someone repeating a grade'. Going back to the trenches called the classroom was rough, but he knew his education was important.
So he endured the long hard day, catching up with his homework, just so he could come home and relax at his piano.
He never expected that he would walk in on two Witches hiding in his Family Parlour. One was chaos, two... he hoped she didn't mind mashed potatoes with lumps.
"...Um... Nice to meet you, Miss Witch friend...Um... can you see through the lampshade properly?"
"YES! I CAN!"
"J-just checking. Also, there's other people who live in the same building so...Ssssh."
"YES! I...will......Aaah."
"MMMMFFFHHH! GGGGGAAAFFFHFFF!"
(Chop-Chop! You fool! Don't be tricked by this whore's feminine wiles! You already have meeeee!)
".... Miss Witch. What is your name?"
"M-my name is Fran-NNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,.,,,,,Fran."
"...Fran...Fran? Like as in, one Fran or two together?"
"Two together...(Wait, why did I say that?)"
"Fran Fran... That sounds like a lovely name."
The Lampshade Witch nearly passed out onto the floor. She bit the inside of her mouth to wake herself up, or else her cover will be blown!
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
(She...got a cute nickname for being ditzy.....I'LL F**KING GUT THIS HUNGARIAN SALAMI!)
Frederic Chopin stared. He exchanged glances between the Lampshade Witch and the Lazy Witch. One had her eyes shielded, so he can't tell what she was thinking. The other had her mouth sealed by a tea cup and was violently cursing under that said cup.
....... To make his life simple, he turned to the kind Lampshade Witch with a smile.
"You're welcome to hide here as long as you need. This part of Warsaw is especially quiet save for one local preacher who likes to volunteer with local events. I don't think he's trained in military arts like the soldiers in the Vatican to be harmful. You'll be safe."
"Oh my god, Sir Chopin is such a kind soul to even a Witch like me. Th-thank you."
"MMMMMMM!"
(Chop-Chop!...I-I'm DISSAPPOINTEEEEEED! [TxT])
"Um...The Family Parlour isn't much, but so long as Penny doesn't make a mess on a regular basis, it's a very comfortable place."
On that day, the Lazy Witch felt her heart got ripped out and dropped into the chasm of the Challenger Depth, of the Mariana Trench... the deepest place in the ocean. Possibly falling right past a plastic bag (no joke).
"......................."
"... Miss Fran Fran."
"Y-YES!? I mean.....Yes Sir Chopin?"
"How did you know my name?"
On that day, the Lampshade Witch / Franz Liszt felt her heart got ripped out and dropped into the same deep chasm as to where the Lazy Witch's heart dove down... both of them falling past a plastic bag (no joke).
"...............................................................I'm a Psychic."
"Oh I see. So each Witch as their own special branch of ability. Like Physics to Geology to Chemistry."
"MMMMFFFFHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHFFFF...Sob."
(That's not how our magical society woooooooorks... Sob [TxT])
The Lampshade Witch felt awful. She knew living her life as a boy was one big lie, but that was different as she was scared of being disowned.
But seeing how much she was lying to her own true friend...She felt being disowned meant nothing to her.
Even the way the weary Polish Composer smiled at her, made her cry under her makeshift mask. She bit her lip to keep her whimper inside of her throat.
"......I...I'm thankful, S-Sir Chopin, I-I really am. For you to... accept a Witch like me. B-but... I don't belong here with you. I... I should be going."
"Will you be alright? Warsaw may be peaceful, but I'm not sure how far the pursuing churches have influence in this province. Are you truly fine to be on your own like this?"
"...Yes... I...I'm fine (I just don't wish to lie to you anymore... your kindness hurts my weak heart)"
"Sorry? What did you say?"
"Mmmmmfff....Mfffffggffffggf."
(Chop-Chop. I'm hungry. Feed me already)
"Penny. I was asking Fran Fran. Wait your turn."
"Fuuf."
(You owe me F**king Fran)
Although the Lazy Witch's mouth was covered by a tea cup, somehow Franz Liszt posing as this 'Lampshade Witch' knew what the other girl was suggesting. The irresponsible Freeloader had stepped in to distract the Polish Composer from thinking too deep into the details behind the new character's background.
If this charade were to continue, surely she would be discovered.
Like a secret agent working for a military organization... it was time to make her departure and disappear into the crowd.
"...Would you at least stay for dinner? As a thank you for dropping by to visit Penny? I'll be frank, I'm very exhausted from school, so I only have some strength left to make enough mash potatoes for three of us and extra for the school boys living with us...Are you fine with that?"
"I would love your mash potatoes, Sir Chopin."
".........Mmmmmfffff."
(Don't push it f**king vixen, or I'll gut you and shove those potatoes up your--)
On that night, a simple pot of hearty mash potatoes with fresh milk helped to rescue the two missing hearts that were dropped into the chasm of Challenger Deep, Mariana Trench...as well as removing that plastic bag that didn't belong there.
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