The counter curse had worked properly, but it hadn't done him much good. The nurse couldn't tell him anything of substance that had taken place while she'd been befuddled, or from directly before. She had no idea what had become of the nursery, or where Imperatrix was. This was looking to be a problem that Tiberius would have to involve himself in solving, which was obnoxious, to say the least. They paid the nurse to take care of their offspring so that neither he nor Antigone had to bother with it, but it wasn't as though he could just skulk back to his study and leave the servant to settle things when his daughter was actively missing. They'd already had one daughter "die;" if they lost another due to negligence, people would talk. Except he supposed they wouldn't really have to tell anyone that one had died, if she did — they could just go and get the spare and no one would be the wiser, except the servants. Still. Better to prevent her from falling down the stairs and breaking her head open, or something along those lines, if they could.

"I suggest you start looking," he growled at the nurse, who nodded in an agitated, flustered way and headed towards the door. She had only just reached it when she was accosted by another growl — this one literal.

"What the hell?" Tiberius asked as he looked back at the doorway. The nurse had scampered out of the way and there was a cat rushing towards him. Not one of Antigone's cats, he realized, but something that looked much closer to what Antigone herself looked like, in her Animagus form. Only smaller.

He hadn't put all the pieces together yet, and he didn't know what this animal was or where it had come from, but he now had a fairly strong suspicion that his wife was behind it.

"Antigone," he mumbled, using her name as though it were a curse. In the meantime, he flourished his wand at the tiny charging beast and sent a stunning spell in its direction.