In denial

It took a while for young Bernie to rouse, awoken by the light murmuring of a few nondescript students surrounding her. Usually, this would be cause for alarm, but something within the archer just wasn't able to process much at the moment. Neither was she able to process that waking up outside of her room was not normal whatsoever.

She could vaguely recall that she was having some sort of nightmare, something about Professor Byleth being **** to expel her if she didn't do something... For the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was, though. Probably for the best, not like it'd ever actually happen in real life, right?!

Her mind completely blocking out the voices of her surrounding peers, and refusing to process how weird the location of her awakening was, the girl stood up for a yawn, stretching her arms above her head while doing so. She felt a slight chill run over her body, not helped by the cold stone felt underneath her bare feet. Perhaps she should go cover herself up in her blankets to warm up... yes, that would be a good idea. After all, she was shaking pretty badly right now, obviously due to the cold and NOT FOR ANY OTHER REASON WHATSOEVER.

Turning around, and incidentally giving the dozen or so concerned students a clear view of her surprisingly large, squeezable rump; Bernadetta von Varley calmly tried the handle for the door to her room.

When it didn't open, she proceeded to try again. And again. And again, each time with more and more urgency, until the point where she was practically trying to shake the solid oak doors off of their hinges. Unfortunately for her, her strength was nowhere near enough, leaving her leaning against the unopenable entryway to her abode, huffing and puffing, trying to catch her breath.

It was at this moment that Bernie felt a light breeze flow through the hallway, caressing her lithe frame in a way that might have been pleasant if she weren't slowly realizing what it meant. The cacophony of murmurs and occasional jeers began to fill her ears. Slowly, the girl looked down, hoping to be greeted with the sight of her regular outfit. Unfortunately for her, all she saw was bare, uncovered skin. Not a single scrap, thread or speck of clothing covered an inch of her. Memories of what Byleth told her suddenly raced back into her mind.

She, Bernadetta von Varley, was as nude as a newborn babe, and would remain so until the end of the week until she passed her exam.

With a scream that could be heard throughout the entire monastery, the horrified nudist tried to cover her breasts and crotch as best she could, shutting her eyes and running to somewhere she couldn't be seen. Unfortunately, as Bernie would have likely realized if she was currently thinking clearly, running with ones eyes closed is not a good way to get to where you want to go.

The poor girl made it three steps before she fell off of the stone walkway into the bushes below, to the laughter of her slowly growing audience. Thorns pierced into her skin, leaving small scratches over her body as the panic-stricken noble tried desperately to get out. One particularly troublesome bramble managed to rake across her derriere, leaving a large red scratch in place stretching from cheek to cheek. Thankfully, no blood had been drawn, but the stinging still brought small tears to her eyes.

Finally managing to get out, Bernadetta hurriedly tried to think of what she could possibly do. Where could she possibly go? Should she try and hide in the library? Maybe see if a friend can hide her in their room? O-or maybe she should just go to class... Byleth told her that she'd be expelled otherwise, right?