The requisite fawning and apology and obnoxious 'charm' do not make the appearance they should. Evan stares at Narcissa, then through her.

"Where's Lucius." How tense and clipped his dismissal is has everything to do with how genuinely afraid he is. He has, in the past, thought this through, what he would do if Voldemort showed up — not that he really thinks that's happened. He's pretty sure this is some kind of sick joke, mostly because he refuses to confront the sad reality that would be taking up Death Eating again. The idea is preying on his mind, though. "Or those lunatics, or — fuck, fuck Antonin! Whoever the fuck just sent up the fucking Mark!"