Antigone had transfigured their daughter into a lynx cub and left her to roam loose in the nursery. Of course she had. It made exactly zero sense and accomplished nothing, so why wouldn't she have done this? Tiberius had never claimed to understand his wife, but at moments like these he wondered quite seriously what could possibly have been going on in her mind. He had a hard time empathizing with even normal people, but he knew enough about their behavior and habits to know that this was not normal.

"You're lucky I didn't kill her by mistake," he growled irritably. "She nearly attacked me in the nursery."

He supposed that if he had accidentally killed their daughter, Antigone would have blamed him for reacting with violence to having his leg mauled, not herself for having created the situation in the first place. Still scowling, Tiberius flicked his wand at the bed and transfigured the cage back into a small toddler's chair, which left the lynx loose on her bed. She looked rather shaken by the entire ordeal, but since she had just been locked in a magical cage and tossed carelessly through the air, Tiberius couldn't say he blamed her.

"Change her back," he told his wife, figuring that it would be easier for her to do so than for him to attempt it, since she knew the spell that had been used to transfigure her originally.