She drank down the entire five ounce bottle of pig's blood that Mamsie had prepared for her, the elf already up and getting things ready for the lunch hour at the Leaky.
Minerva was sitting in the kitchen, huddled in her cloak and her hands had stopped shaking from the hunger. She had been told by the Healers that she would only need so many ounces of blood a day to survive - but there was nothing that they told her about the need. That hunger that made her want to drink, and drink.
That made her want to sink her teeth into flesh.
Minerva exhaled and inhaled over and over again through her nose, calming herself. Her teeth returned to normal.
"Thank you, Mamsie," she murmured, putting the empty bottle down on a table and then apparated back to her room.
She looked directly into Atlas' eyes.
"Fucking hell you are the most bloody stubborn wizard," she scathed, taking off the cloak. "What about Octavius? You just going to leave him outside - let someone take him?"