Viola had already had her fill of the Prophet this morning, thank you. The gossip page had made her an incompetent old spinster chasing desperately after Basil Penderel, present at Hogwarts as a legacy from her uncle rather than on her own merit. At least they hadn't reported that she was in exile from London--which might even be true, moreso than any of the rubbish they'd printed.
Sulking didn't befit a young lady, or a woman of means. So her mother had told her, and based on that advice, Viola made an effort to smile at the newcomer. "Good morning, Professor Merrythought." Seeing the direction of Galatea's interest, Viola thought it wise to offer a warning. "I imagine you might want to pass on the To-day's Gossip Page. It refers to Hogwarts, as if the news from earlier this month wasn't quite enough on that front, and it might interfere with the digestion."