Rage Over a Lost Penny, G Minor Op. 129 - A Witch Like Cat (Fail)

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~~GreenFlame000

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"... Penny, what are you doing?"

"Wh-what does it look like, I'm trying to kill the Demon Rat!"

"... Is it some kind of magical tactic to swing a broom from a 10 foot tree?"

"Shut up, commoner! Or I'll-----KYAAAAAAAAAAAA! I-IT'S CLIMBING UP THE BRANCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOD!!"

Frederic Chopin was the second child and the only son in the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys). 

His duties would normally include keeping the house in tip-top shape, do an inventory on the pantry to feed his older sister, two baby sisters, and a handful of growing school boys, as well as pile up the firewood in preparation for the Winter Seasons. As much as he wanted to be a responsible child, he was being side-tracked. 

It wasn't his fault. The Witch he took in refuge from the Witch Hunt was stuck in a tree. 

Like a cat.

"Pleaaaaaaaaase! S-Save meeeee, Chop-Choooooooooooooop!"

"Don't worry. Your melting mascara has scared off the rodent, I don't believe it's coming back... Now wipe away your tears and cosmetic paint before I climb up there. I can't focus."

Chopin sighed as he put down the shovel and hatchet he had been using not too long ago. 

He was already behind on his chores (as he stole some time to play with Jolly his Piano), so he had to hurry and catch up in splitting kindling and preparing tonight's early supper before his parents and the boarding boys return home. However, this Witch wearing a robe resembling a Japanese Kimono patterned after the sky was giving him too much running for his money.

"Like I said. The rat is gone... It's okay... now jump. You can float down right?"

"I-it's not like I have a Feather Fall Spell prepared! E-even a levitation spell w-would take an-an insane amount of concentration! I-I'm already struggling to keep me from wetting myself!"

"Don't you dare give me the golden shower."

Chopin frowned as he watched the Witch turn away with a blush. 

He hoped it wasn't some kind of newly awakened fetish or that she was just too self-aware of herself as being a 'prim and proper' lady. Either way if she didn't jump now, his parents would be home soon and they would discover this Witch he took in out of absolute pity.

Either they're going to yell at him for wrecking the tree his grandparents planted, or their going to yell at him for taking advantage of a drunk woman and make him take responsibility.

Judging on those two different flags, it was lose-lose. Hence, why he frowned.

"... Why did I let you convert me with your kitten eyes? This is too much for my health."

"H-how can you reject a maiden in tears! My @ss almost got skewered by those religious fanatics with their torch and pitch forks! E-even if I did survive the intial stabbing, the disgusting rust and manure on their teeth would surely cause an infection in my blood!"

"Says the same woman who used healing magic to repair your broken nail."

"... I-it only works on in-organic material...Cough."

"Please look at me before you try to lie. It would persuade me more."

"Sh-shut up! M-my fingers are important to my overall appeal! Second to my face and curves! Now prepare yourself, this Witch is coming down!"

"...Are you reciting a quote from a play?"

"N-no. It just came to me---KYAAAA! CHOP-CHOP! D-DON'T LOOK UP AT THE PARADISE HIDDEN UNDER MY SKIRT! IT'S RUDE!!

"If I don't look up, how can I calculate your free fall velocity and direction to catch you? I still have to consider wind speed and gravitational pull, so stop fidgeting up there!"

"D-don't make it sound so erotic! I-it's making my heart troubled. Cough."

"I highly doubt Sir Isaac Newton had the time to write his calculations as a dirty joke. Sigh."

Chopin was pressed for time. If the Witch didn't jump now, he would be late to catch up all of his chores and start early supper for his family and the boarding boys. 

If that was the case, he would be grounded. That means, no Jolly for a week! *GASP*

"... I can't live without my piano. So either jump now or stay up there until after dinner."

"Geh!? LEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JENNNKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!"

"D-D@mn it, Witch! At least give me warning to calculate---!"

A beautiful foomp sound echoed in the woods, like a cute body plopping onto a soft bed.

"............ Cough... Penny...... Who is Sir Leeroy Jenkins?"

"I-I don't know, Chop Chop... it just came to me... Cough."