Sorry I havn't been ale to post in a while... been super busy.
Heres the next post! sorry its not very long.

Ellouise turned in a semi-circle, hoping to glimpse something that might give her some insight into... well into something. She didn’t know what she was looking for, she only hoped she’d recognise it when she saw it. So far the journey to Godric’s Hollow had been less than fruitful, though Ellouise now had a small selection of family photographs, a little wooden box with her family crest on the front of it, and a symbol marked on her grandfathers grave.
“Ellie, I really think we should go now”, came Xavier’s hushed voice.
Ellouise reached her arms out in the direction of his voice, trying to find him, to get hold of him, to feel his fingers entwined with hers, but she just grasped at thin air.
“Where are you?” she whispered, her heart began to beat rapidly.
A crack of lightening shot down from the sky, illuminating their surroundings, shadows stretch across the cemetery. Long spindly finger like shadows reached in their direction. Everything suddenly became even more frightful than it already had been.
“Xavier?!” squealed Ellouise as she felt around for him.
“SSSsshhh sssshhh I’m here”, he said as he found her flailing hand. He grasped it tight and wrapped his fingers around hers, giving them an encouraging squeeze.
Xavier had an instantaneous effect on Ellouise’s heart rate. It rapidly decreased and Ellouise breathed more freely now that she knew he was right by her side, within her reach.
“Let’s go”, she whispered as she dragged him back to the path that led the way out of the cemetery.

Xavier followed Ellouise, he tried to keep in step with her as best he could, but occasionally bumped into her. Being invisible had its perks but it also had its drawbacks. They wandered back down the cobble stone path and through the front gates. The fractured Angel stared down at them, its features appeared to be more contorted than they were previously. Xavier kept moving, his feet carrying him forward, hurrying to get back to the comfortable confines of Grimmauld Place. Quite suddenly Xavier’s arm was yanked backward. It appeared that Ellouise had stopped dead in her tracks. He tugged gently but she didn’t move. Feeling on edge, he peered around the town centre. It looked dead, almost peaceful, there was a light breeze which rustled the dead leaves on the street edge, stirring the tall grass from its sleep. He couldn’t figure out what had made Ellouise stop, he turned in her direction, opening his mouth to say something when he saw it. His gaze travelled through where Ellouise would have been and fell upon two wizards sitting on an old, rusted, park bench only feet away from the entrance of the cemetery. How did they not see them before? How long had they been there for? Did they know they were here?