Hermione stiffened as she heard Ron approach her. She knew that she had been out of line. No matter how stupid Rose was behaving, her reaction had been just as childish, but that didn't change the fact that for once feelings were taking precedence. She had lived through that war, she had been called Mudblood, she had been in danger simply for existing, and now instead of Riddle she had to face her own daughter's disinterest for that war.
"I'm done and I'm going back to work for this dictatorial regime, created to ruin her existence. You can talk some sense into her," she said, trying to sound calm, although smacking Rose again was very tempting. "While you are at it, explain to that brat exactly how our lives were that year, what happens when one decides to leave one's family and friends for warm bed and some food, and how some of us never had that choice. I'll be in the office." Possibly burning papers to make her feel better.