She made an entrance.

Finally.

Beverly had been brooding over her gray - almost white - hair in the dorms when finally she decided to just go with it. Part of 'living it up' was to go with the flow, right? Meh. She wouldn't know, this was her first time aging so fast she felt the need to 'live it up' in any opportunity she got. And just in case her energy wavered, Little Old Bev wolfed down a dozen Sugar Quills.

Hyper 13!87 year old anyone?

Making it to the event in her pretty dress and Converse shoes, her head started bopping to the music. She'd gotten here just in time. Awesome. Grabbing a drink she squeezed herself to a spot that provided better view of the band.

OH. HEY. THAT GUY. AND THAT ONE.

They were from her house! She knew so because she's seen them in the common room. HI. HELLO. WOOOT.

Head still ridiculous bopping like a goose, she attempted to sing along. In her head. Yeah. No weird staring at her, m'kay. 'Cause: I NEED YOU NOOOOOW.

Oh yeah.

All too soon though, the song ended. Beverly clapped as if though she'd been a fan of the band for ages. More, more, more MOOOORE!