Minerva walked up to the turnstiles, even these blasted things weren't taking her mood today. She was going to enjoy the match and enjoy the company she was meeting there. Juggling both her hot chocolate and Ethan's espresso in one hand she pulled out her money and put it in the turnstile.

Once she had paid she readjusted her bag on her shoulder took her hot chocolate back in her other hand and made her way up the stands. This wind was horrid maybe she should have grabbed a blanket before coming outside.