It didn't take very much thought to realize why his Mark was lying dormant when others' had clearly sprung to life - the man he was passing in the front hall had just rolled back his sleeve in a clumsy rush, and judging by the racket in a nearby room there were a couple other lucky souls set to leave his house for the evening. He would be next to useless, without a wand; and he was hardly surprised that the Dark Lord didn't seem to be tripping over himself to offer him chances to make amends.
A little peace and quiet, then, was his first thought. It didn't last long. He didn't have the luxury of sitting around and waiting for other people to continue to take the glory, and while it was bordering on idiocy to rush headlong into a hostile crowd with no defenses, his drastically narrowed options were pushing him to some pretty idiotic things, these days. If there was even the slightest chance that he might be the one to find what the Dark Lord was seeking ... "You," he said sharply, grabbing Scabior's arm as he was pushing down his sleeve, "Wait." There was a silent beat while they looked at one another, as Lucius made every effort to hide his uncertainty. He could see the man weighing his risks and benefits. In the end he nodded, and Lucius rushed him out into the yard, where they vanished into the night.
A moment later they appeared at the outskirts of the crowd of wedding guests. Nearly the first thing Lucius heard, from a few paces away, was Carrow's voice; he winced a little. It was his staunch opinion that dramatics were for when you were operating well within the law - or at least wearing a mask - or at least not likely to be actively cursed by a mob of people. (But being unarmed was probably influencing his point of view.) "Stay with me," he said to Scabior, when he made a move to join the other two; he got a slightly irritated glare in return, but Scabior stopped where he was. He knew he was in no position to be giving orders, but apparently the thought of potentially having Lucius Malfoy in one's debt one day was still enough to ensure compliance, from some people. And thank goodness for that. He held back, half shielded by Scabior's body as they both began to scour the place for any sign of Fletcher.