Caradoc waited until the last possible moment before he knew he was pushing time, and instead of apparating used the floo to put himself in the church, which he knew still stood. When he arrived on the other side, he stepped out carefully and brushed off his black coat, glancing around at the devestation. The church stood, but it was scarred with the echoes of what had happenned here a few weeks back. Not even a house of God stayed untouched by war.
Caradoc approached the doors, and before stepping out pulled on a pair of black gloves, made sure the collar of his coat was pulled up and slid on a pair of sunglasses. Twilight meant the light was dying, but he was never sure how much light could be left, and he'd rather be safe than sorry. He took in a steady breath and opeend the doors, instinctively putting a gloved hand up to shield his face as he turned and walked towards the small cemetary they had been told to meet at.
He saw three individuals already there, and recognized them all immediately. He slowed, and said nothing as he came up just behind them.