The moment they were back in the hotel room, Barty regained his footing and then tossed the useless Granger onto the closest bed before pulling a single shoe from the nightstand and casting a spell on it. Great thing about being the Minister of Magic: illegal portkeys weren't technically illegal. Set to go off in ten minutes, Barty turned back to Chas with a look of approval. "Then play. We have ten minutes for recess," he grinned. His wasn't going to be worth playing with until someone healed her up, anyway, but he could enjoy watching Chas at work.