Both looked slightly embarrassed but shook their heads. A grinning Barty piped up from the side, "I think I know just the place." Nobody had noticed him coming in, but since the Death Eater had an uncanny knack to appear wherever his master was, nobody questioned it. Approaching the flames again, Barty wove a glamour over himself, making him look like his father, "Give me a minute, then come through." Throwing in the floo powder, he called out, "Whites Club, London."