"No you don't, love," she said, calmly, although she was panicking inside. How long had she been like this? Was she living in her own world? If so why?
"You need the chocolate, dear, more than the children, and Bryn can wait until the morning. I promise," she said, smiling to her. She kept her tone gently, but she kept moving, not stopping or giving her the chance to change her mind.
"I thought we should talk a little, and you can spend the night with us." Hermione brushed Rose' hair. "Remember when you were little and you would sneak into our bed. Maybe we can do just that, and we can talk. We really haven't had the chance." She kept moving, and luckily, their room wasn't very far, and she got Rose there quickly enough.
Opening the door with her free hand, she gently pushed Rose inside, before stepping inside as well. "Come, let's sit down."