Okay, Nate could deal with familiarity. Anything that meant he had to use less brainpower for self-correcting, in favour of using it to concentrate on killing zombies, the better.
Great Hall? Yeah, that could work. He was pretty sure McMonaghan and a few others were there already. Besides, he hadn't been looking forward to seeing if there was still a swarm of house elves in the kitchens. He wasn't entirely sure the house elves wouldn't be able to see through his fading — and he would really prefer to have company. "Sounds fine," he told William, right before he noticed the bulky, robe-wrapped bundle William was carrying. It didn't look alive — nor did it look as if it had once been alive — so he felt fairly safe gesturing to it and asking, "What are you packing?"