Matilda had woken up a little bit ago— but after muttering Five more minutes and rolling over and placing a pillow over her head, she just kind of chills in bed for a bit. It’s so comfy and cozy, but she can very distantly hear voices from somewhere, so she reluctantly rolls out of bed. She doesn’t seem to notice the fact that she’s in a strange place, or that her pajamas are significantly more pants-like than usual, just kind of shuffled out of the room, and down the long hall and—.

She jolts awake at the scene before her, cheeks glaring red and her hand moving to try and shield her dramatic gasp. “So very scandalous!”