Tiberius was less inclined to enjoy himself at a ball than he was at a reception. He was a passable dancer but got no particular enjoyment from dancing with silly young women with whom he would have to make small talk. He had decided to go and find his wife and force his company on her for a song or two, to get a bit of a reprieve from socializing. When he hadn't immediately seen her he'd made an inquiry, and the nearest guest had let him know that he'd seen Antigone and Mrs. Ellory Pendergast leave the ballroom together. It sounded quite innocuous when it was reported to him, but Tiberius had reason to be suspicious. Antigone and Ellory had never been friendly, after all, and the tone of his most recent conversation with his wife on the subject did not imply that was likely to have changed.
So he'd set off to find her. The last thing he needed was for his wife to go making a scene at an event like this, which had not only representation from many of the prominent members of society but also his
entire family present. And Claudius hardly needed to find his wife murdered in a bedroom so soon after their honeymoon.
It wasn't hard to find them; he recognized Antigone's voice in the hallway which gave him the first indication of which way to go, and then a loud
thud from one of the bedrooms alerted him to their exact location. Hopefully the
thud had only been property damage and not anyone dying. He hadn't ruled it out at all; causing bodily harm when she had over-extended her emotions was quickly becoming Antigone's
thing. Ellory wouldn't have been capable of inflicting much damage of her own accord, he didn't think, but Antigone might very well have killed herself by breaking her Vow without any assistance from her cousin whatsoever.
Tiberius drew his wand before he opened the door, and was relieved to see them both still standing with no blood in sight. He cast a disarming spell at them both, hoping that the surprise of his entrance would be enough to see it effective. He didn't particularly care to take either of their wands, only to disrupt whatever nonsense they'd been in the middle of. Then, as though he had walked in on nothing but a mundane chat, he said coolly to his wife, "You'll be missed on the dance floor if you wander off like this."