Harry turned his head to seek out who had spoken; Harry looked up and to his right. Next to a group of mostly-empty seats labelled "VISITORS," was a section of seats labelled "PRESS." Sitting in the Press Box was a man whom Harry did not recognise—and Rita Skeeter. Skeeter had her acid-green quill clutched in her long-nailed hand, and she was giving Harry an eager and cruel smile.