Long enough for some artistic freedom

You wake with a stir, completely out of it and unaware of your surroundings. You slept so well, you just wanna lay here forever.

“Ah, Professor. You’re awake. I’m almost finished, so please stay lying down for a while longer.”

As groggy and sore as you are, you don’t take much convincing. You remain flat on your back, eyes closed, and drift back into half sleep. That boy just now, he matched the description of one of your students in that file you got from Rhea. He’s part of the Golden Deer house, right? What was his name? Ingot…?

“Just a little bit more Professor. This is turning out really well.”

It was the little blonde twerp. The one with glasses. Ognuts…? Infacts…?

“There! That’s it! This might be my finest work yet. I can’t wait to show this to everyone at the monastery. Thanks Professor!”

You welcome the student with a yawn as you stretch yourself awake, slowly assessing your surroundings. You catch sight of him walking away with an easel and a painting, and suddenly, the panic kicks in. You’re naked, lying on the floor of your room, and that kid just got done painting you.

“IGNATZ!” you roar.

He breaks out into a sprint, and you’re in no state to chase after him. You get to your feet and don your… armor? It’s missing. Everything you had on this morning is missing, and you brought nothing else to wear. Your stomach drops as you realize what this means. You have **** but to go out… n-naked. Your grip on time is still shaky, but the sun is out, and you probably still have afternoon lectures to give. Foot traffic outside is low, so classes must be in session right now, which will help you sneak out and get some clothes unnoticed. Speaking of which…

Face beet red, you slam your door shut after spotting a few students gawking at you while you scour your room for something to wear. Why didn’t you close the door first!?