Chapter 3:

Marriage D'Armour - A Simple Day Together

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

"Merry Christmas Honeyfeed! May all your Candied Dreams be Sweet~♥ *lick*"

"Chop Chooooop. We're out of rum."

"I'm busy right now."

"You're truanting and playing the piano again... what's new today?"

"... I'm in the middle of something."

Frederic Chopin wasn't feeling well again. 

Even if the sun was bright and sunny, clear skies and soothing winds, he wasn't in the state to freely walk to school without fear of passing out from 'over-exercise'. That or it was really a mask to cover for his true intent for staying at home in the Chopin Family Parlour.

"You know, if those notes were Runes and Arcane Sigils, I would have mistaken you as a prodigy in Magic... Want to become a Wizard? I heard there's a seat available in that new British Colony in the North... Was it Kanata or Canada, I can't remember the name. It's too long.?"

"I'm busy. I don't have time to dress up like a mental patient and wave around a tree twig while mumbling nonsense."


Chopin flinched from a girl's scream and nearly ruined the next note on his music sheet. Of course he wasn't using something like a ballpoint pen that offered more accuracy, rather an old fashion quill and ink. 

And the one who was shaking his body in his piano seat was a certain Witch wearing a robe that resembled a Japanese Kimono. Forgot her name.

"Penelope. Please stop shaking me around like a rag doll... You're making me spill ink on my sheets."

"Apologize to my pride as a Witch! Apologize to my pride as a Witch!"

"... After I finish this bar."