You were in Slytherin, and a girl. You woke up with aching cramps in your womb—period. You sat up looking at the blood that stained your sheets and groaned. You changed them and took a shower. Lovely start to your day. You were in such a bad mood and had no fire in you just annoyed and uncomfortable and in pain. You were sitting in class when you started to bleed slightly onto the chair and you flushed red with embarassment genuinely feeling like crying and the insanely painful cramps didn’t help.