It was bitter out, and despite her usual resilience to the cold, Sam found herself casting a heating charm on the way out to the pitch. Nothing too intense, since she was sure any activity Baldvinsson had planned would soon warm her up from the inside. She'd be sorely disappointed if they weren't going to be doing something practical - flying lessons had become quite the lovely brain break from her NEWTs classes. That wasn't to say she didn't concentrate; it was just different, and in a good way.

"Hi Professor!" Sam greeted with a grin as she joined the group already forming on the pitch. "How many inches d'ya reckon by the end of class?" Of snow, that was. He certainly could be depended on to hold a lesson regardless of the weather. And then she gave another smile to the young Ravenclaw too. "You warm enough, Maisie?" She could cast a warming spell otherwise.