"It doesn't really matter to me," she said. "Most of it is in a notebook- well. A handful of notebooks, really. So it shouldn't be flying about or anything. And it should still be warm enough outside."
A few of the younger students came ambling down the hall in their direction, whispering behind their hands when they saw her walking with Nathan. She shot them a glare and rolled her eyes, saying nothing. "Do you have a preference?"