Hermione sent a stinging hex at her, "Don't be vulgar, Rita. It's unbecoming of a lady. On second thought, go ahead, you really aren't a lady. And I am not Hermione Granger, muggleborn. I am Hermione Lestrange, pureblood." Skeeter's mouth opened and closed several times. "Stop that you look like a codfish. Now what to do with you?" she tapped her want against her lips. "You've been warned about publishing your opinions and lies. You didn't listen. This problem needs to be dealt with swiftly and permanently." Skeeter flinched.