At last he seemed to remember himself, offering her the rose he still held, its deep red petals just beginning to open. Hermione took it from him with a smile, thanked him, and pulled out her wand. She conjured a bud vase and cloche for it, over which she cast a stasis charm to keep it from dying. This she placed on the table in her sitting room, the glimmer of preservation magic making it seem to glow as she tucked her wand back into the hidden pocket of her skirt.