Lucius was relaxing in his Very Nice Leather Chair reading a very nice story about a Dark wizard who had lost his hat when he felt the burn of being summoned. He sighed, marked his place in his book, and fetched his robe and mask out of the not-so-secret back compartment of his wardrobe. He put on his comfy Death Eating loafers and was all ready to go, when he realized he didn't have his cane.
Now, usually the Dark Lord discouraged his Death Eaters from bringing anything that could possibly be used to identify them to meetings, but he had a soft spot for the cane. It was just so stylish. What with the little silver snake head and all.
He searched all of the places he usually kept the cane, but he could not find it anywhere! The burn was getting worse, and he knew he would be in very, very big trouble if he were any later to the meeting, but Lucius really wanted his cane. He pulled every house elf he could find into the search, and even got Cissa and Draco (very unenthusiastically) involved.
Some minutes later, one of the house elves came running up to mater Lucius with the cane, and held it out to him. He demanded to know where it was, and the elf flinched before quietly answering:
"Master leaved his cane at the sub shop and Windy hads to steals it from a Muggle to gets it back. So sorry, master Lucius for making yous late to your meeting." Lucius hit the elf round the head with the cane, then Apparated off to his meeting.
Later he found out firsthand that being hit with the cane was a lot less fun then it sounded.