Shaking her head, Minerva took a drag off of her lit cigarette then exhaled slowly. "Nope. You need to know the right words and if you don't then you get sent to the Ministry," she told Jamie with a grin. "Pretty clever, yeah? And there's a particular phrase we say when we're in danger and the floo closes on itself after we arrive here."
Minerva nodded, glad that she could still firecall him. She had wanted to when Atlas was last over. Gods, she was still trying to deal with all of that.
"Jamie, I've had nightmares about what my father's told me about Voldemort so yeah I'm a little on edge." She poured them both a drink - hers a little more. "Besides, there's a lot of stuff going on that's been...unsettling," she admitted.