I semi-dedicate this to all the fanfic writers who have the common sense to avoid Harry's ailment in their own writing.

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Hermione bit her lip. Really, it was none of her business (and she had learned this the hard way). If Harry wanted to sulk and act like something was bothering him in a, well, bothersome way he very well could. It was just...

"Harry, snap out of it, would you!?"

She supposed Ron had no problems with coming right out with things. If the topic was already raised, there was no hurt in continuing it, she reasoned.

"You know we'd do anything to help you, you just have to tell us what's wrong."

Harry turned to look at them slowly. Hermione braced herself. "MY CAPS BUTTON IS STUCK AGAIN!"

"Oh, no, not again..."

"Remember last time that happened at my house? I thought he was going to bring the roof down, no joke."

"I REALLY SHOULD FIND A CURE FOR THIS DON'T YOU THINK?"

"I think you left off a comma there, mate," Ron said, letting his ears slowly reemerge from behind the safety of his hands. Harry threw a quill at him.

"HERMIONE HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THIS?"

"Maybe you should try and remind yourself of the proper use of capitalization," Hermione offered, too tactful to cover her ears but wincing nonetheless.

A few third-years poked their heads out from their dormatory door. "Oi, shut up down there!"

"SORRY!"

"I said, shut up!"

"I HATE ENGLISH. MAYBE WE SHOULD SPEAK A LANGUAGE WITHOUT CAPITALS. LIKE CHINESE," Harry added, crossing his arms petulantly.

"Maybe we should buy someone a new keyboard," Ron muttered.

FIN