Barnabas didn't exactly know why he'd been invited to the meeting so far as his particular department was concerned. Certainly, dueling was just a sport — but they were not currently holding a tournament... nor did they hold them in the affected Irvingly. This lead him to believe that Minister Ross thought him a valuable member of the Ministry who would hopefully continue to rise through the ranks. One day, he would be Minister. This would be great experience and something of which he could claim he was a part of during the next elections.

He sipped at his coffee as Mr. Grimm made an ass out of himself. Despite the pair having certain physical ailments in common, Barnabas thought him simple minded. Quidditch was a pointless game --- to have one's entire career wrapped around it was... well it spoke volumes about one's brain capacity.

"Even if they did still work, it would be illegal to use them as means of transportation," He pointed out dryly, "A larger concern we should have is how the fog is affecting the residents. Aren't magical barriers in place for the animals at that zoo? What of safety measures that were put in place to keep muggles non-related to the magical world out? We need to get something else put in place. Dispatch extra security on foot, if we have to. This could cause us to suffer from the Queen's wrath again."