Hermione closed her eyes.  She hadn't ever been one to read Parkinson's column.  Muck-raking gossip hadn't ever interested her.  She really had no idea what the woman had written about in the general scheme of things.  She certainly knew about one column she'd wanted to write, though.  "How about rare strains of Veela?" she asked.  "You know, old school rivals who suddenly aren't human anymore?"