Chapter 2:

Opus 66 - The Musical Ant and Magical Grasshopper

Chopin's Penny -- (The Alternative Diaries of a Classical Composer and a Freeloading Witch)

Frederic Chopin. Bookmark here

The young man was the second child and only son in his family. So it was his responsibility to keep the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys) in tip top shape. Sometimes, it would be to make tea and bake Polish Biscuits. Bookmark here

Often times, it would also mean chopping firewood with an old axe.Bookmark here

"You know, Chop-Chop. I could always use my magic to make your pain go away."Bookmark here

"I prefer to do things by my own hands... I don't feel comfortable asking for charity... Guuuugh!"Bookmark here

"See, you pulled your back. If I'm not mistaken, you've got a slipped disc in the 5th and 6th Lumbar Section."Bookmark here

"Please do-don't talk to me while I'm focusing on this double-edged hatchet. Guh!"Bookmark here

"Sigh, you should have chosen the Fighter Class, not the Bard."Bookmark here

"I honestly don't understand a word you're saying, P-Penny. Gaaggg!"Bookmark here

Frederic Chopin let out a sigh as he took a break from splitting the firewood. Though it was mid-summer, the weather was rather bitter and cold. This house needed more heat to support his parents, older sister, two little sisters, and the other male students who took tenancy in his family parlour. Otherwise, he will be on the bad end of the complaint line.Bookmark here

Meanwhile, a certain Witch Lady was sitting nearby and watching him as if acting as his guardian angel from afar... For some reason, she was wearing a type of silk and flower-pattern robe that resembled a Kimono from a certain Island Nation in the East. Coincidence? Maybe not.Bookmark here

Regardless of how she dressed, she was of English Blood... you know, the country of a legendary king swinging a magical sword like a baseball bat. That place.Bookmark here

"Maybe if you stopped sitting on the log pile I'm trying to make, and pick up a hatchet to help me, this would be a lot faster."Bookmark here

"No-no-no-noooo. Darling. This Witch was meant to cast spells, her class features doesn't support physical strength or combat. Look at how thin my delicate arms are! They'll snap if I so much as pick up a carpenter's hammer! And my legs, do you now see how long and slender they are!? Why, if I move around too much, they'll get all dirty and wrinkly. And don't forget about these full and valuable assets that are the pride of woman! What happen if working gets them damaged!"Bookmark here

"Please stop squeezing them at me. it's very disconcerting. My blood pressure isn't as healthy as the other schoolboys."Bookmark here

"Heeeh... You're a boy, yet you have zero interest in the opposite sex. Are you sure you don't like men?"Bookmark here

"At least I'm not a witch on the run avoiding hunters from executing you on sight without a fair trial."Bookmark here

"..........Sniff....... Uweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh... They had such scary faces when they told me they were going to mess my body up in the name of their Religious Order... Uwaaaaaaaaaaah! (TcT)."Bookmark here

"... I'm sorry. I went too far. You can go back inside and drink my father's rum... but... don't touch Jolly..."Bookmark here

For the record, Jolly is Frederic Chopin's Piano.Bookmark here

In the end, a certain Witch Fugitive went back into the warm house, crying like a girl who got dumped by a boy she never met in her life.Bookmark here

"................ Wh...what is this feeling in my chest?... I-I must write it down!"Bookmark here

Somehow, this feeling evolved into the classical piece known as Fantasie-Impromptu.Bookmark here


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