When I ran into Skeeter down at the Three Broomsticks, I admit I snapped for a second. I said some things I shouldn't, and, unfortunately drew her attention to me. She'd mentioned me in her first lying article, and knew who I was---so she wrote another article about how I was the Great Scarlet Woman of Hogwarts, toying with the affections of the Boy-Who-Lived and Viktor. At first, I laughed it off, since anybody who knew me at all would know that wasn't true. Unfortunately, a lot of people outside of Hogwarts don't, and many of them read Witch Weekly. I was dealing with Howlers, bubotuber pus, and hate mail, and, to put the icing on the cake, Ron Weasley's mum apparently believed the article. Why that bloody, bloody prat couldn't have dropped her an owl directly the article came out and assured her that it was rubbish is beyond me. At least her disapproval came to no more than a very small candy egg for Easter.