"You could still spare us," Ron said.   Before she could tell him to bugger off, an owl appeared at the window, tapping imperiously.  It sniffed with as much avian disdain as Hermione had ever seen at the treat she offered before it flew off, The Daily Prophet left on the windowsill.  Harry grabbed it before she could and flipped to the gossip column.  She watched his face to see how bad it was but he scanned the page once,  and then again.  He looked confused and he shrugged and handed it over to her.