a/n; Yeah. Sorry.

six; minerva

She'd just finished her third-year Transfiguration exam, and feeling pretty good about it, too.

That was until she crashed into a tall - holy crap, very tall - figure, and was almost knocked to the ground. The boy did nothing to steady her, he just stared.

She realised the boy she was glaring at was none other than Tom Riddle, the most antisocial Slytherin she'd ever heard of.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder and attempting to gather her dignity, Minerva stalked away.

She heard someone sniggering behind her, and whipped around. Riddle was the only other person in the corridor, and he wasn't really one to laugh in front of Gryffindors.

But the mirth was most definitely coming from him, because he was holding a hand to his mouth, trying to control himself.

"What?" Minerva snapped, getting annoyed. Riddle just shook his head and walked away, still chuckling.

She stood in the corridor for a minute, confused, before her best friend Poppy Pomfrey came hurtling around the corner.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, hugging Minerva and looking at her in a concerned way. "Are you okay? You look pale."

Minerva rolled her eyes at her friend's anxiousness before turning around and crossing her arms. "Fine. Riddle was laughing at me for some reason, and I can't figure out why."

"Oh, dear. Minnie, your menstruation is showing."

Minerva looked at the ceiling. Of all the days.

a/n; Yep. A few of you wanted McGonagall. And Madame Pomfrey uses the technical term for everything. xD