Just minutes now ... Banlui could feel the relief surging through his veins that he was almost free of the English Ministry as he reached the fireplaces, trying his best to mask his disgust once more. Noting how Jean Claude had already left - his presence was somewhat absent - he merely cast one glance around the atrium. Joy of joys.

Seizing himself a handful of Floo powder, he entered the fireplace. 'French Ministry of Magic,' he said clearly before letting the powder drop from his hands. With the oh-so-familiar flames, he was gone.