I'm writing with Harry P font, just because it makes me feel good...
Hermione was whistling as she packed up her school bag to the bursting point with books and an extra set of clothes or two.
I went up behind her quietly, and asked loudly, "Hermione, didn't you know?", I asked worriedly.
She jumped and turned around to face me.
"Know what? What should I know!", she looked near hysterical. Scratch that. She is hysterical.
I hung my head in sadness.
"The library is closed for the holidays", I showed her my dorm-made sign, which said, black writing on white:
THE LIBRARY HAS BEEN CLOSED.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
"No!", she looked demented and dropped to writhe on the ground.
"This can't be happening! Can't be happening!", she rocked herself as she repeatedly chanted this.
Lavender Brown walked in, and asked Hermione, "Hey, aren't you going to the library Hermione?"
"It's closed", she whimpered in agony.
"Er, no it isn't. I just walked by, and Madam Pince asked me to tell you that your books are nearly overdue"
"ALICE!"
At least I got the hysterical dementia agony pictures, I thought as I slipped my camera into my pocket and poofed.