Minerva leaned against the wall, feeling weak and she would have to go downstairs dammit. Wear the heavy wool cloak her father gave her - the one that had a full hood and arms and enveloped her - protected her from daylight.
"I can see the disgust on your face, okay? I'm a disgusting, bloodsucking creature now so maybe that will help you get over what it is you're hung up on," she breathed, then apparated downstairs after donning the cloak. Into the kitchen, blood warm and ready for her. Bless Mamsie.
Minerva hoped he would be gone by the time she returned to her room.