First of all thank you Ava, Eviee, Abi and Rachel, means a lot to me that you're reading this and like it. Woot.

And umm.. so after a LONG time away from writing, I've mustered up SOME motivation to post again, simply because it's not too far from the finishing line now, so may as well continue.

The next brief chapter:

There wasn’t much time to gather her thoughts, as soon as she had made her demand, Snape launched into a very articulate explanation of what should happen. How much of it was accurate? She had no idea. How much of it could she accomplish? Again, not a clue. But Ellouise did know one thing, and that was that she had all the motivation and determination in the world, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way.

Walking down a dark alleyway between two quiet suburban streets in a little hamlet outside London, Ellouise kept her eyes peeled and wand at the ready. She didn’t know what to expect upon her arrival at a destination Snape identified as being Karkaroff’s home. Despite this, Ellouise wasn’t fearful, if anything she was rather at ease with the idea of abducting a death eater in his own home while he potentially slept. Not that that was going to happen, but at any rate, the experience would be an educational one. Scaring Karkaroff off would be one thing, detaining him would be another... either way, she wasn’t going to let Karkaroff return to the Dark Lords side. Over her dead body, literally.

Tiptoeing out into the light of a streetlamp, Ellouise peered down at her seemingly invisible shoes. Well this was it... make or break time. With one last deep breath and one last wandering thought to the safety of Grimmauld Place, Ellouise stepped forward onto the quiet street, taking care not to let her footsteps echo. Her eyes searched the front yard of a dishevelled looking property, the white paint peeling off the low picket fence, weeds dying in and amongst a bed of unkempt roses. It was rather poetic. Someone as stone cold hearted and mindless as Karkaroff, was perfectly depicted by his own front garden. You are as you live? Ellouise still hadn’t brought up the courage to intrude upon the front yard, it wasn’t out of fear, but out of wits. A wizard like Karkaroff would be careful, he would have wards in place to defend against intruders, she wouldn’t be able to simply stroll into the home unannounced. Pity.