Of course, after second year comes third year. One of the momentous occasions was that now, officially, I Remus Lupin, was a teenager. Sure, it was only thirteen, but in my eyes, and also in the eyes of my friends, we were full blown teenagers. And that, that was definitely exciting. We weren't kids anymore, we were now in that awkward phase between being a child and being an adult. That special time in every young boys life where, well, maybe I shouldn't get into that. After all, for a young boy who's already dealing with self image issues, puberty definitely isn't the best time in his life. Although, at least I was relieved that I wasn't the only dealing with it.

Of course, somehow the idea of dealing with a changing, growing body didn't seem to phase me as much as it did the other guys. I don't know, maybe it was because I transformed into something completely different from myself once a month that the changes didn't effect me. After all, there are just some parts of growing up as a guy that don't really change anything when you're a werewolf. Sure, you noticed some things, we were all a little taller, all rather scrawny, not quite filling out our bodies yet, plus, the voices. I do believe it was the funniest moments in my seven years at school hearing Sirius's voice crack when answering a question in class one day. After all, here was the cool, confident guy all of a sudden having the high pitched voice of a little girl. Hilarious in my opinion.

But aside from our changing bodies, there was another thing changing about us. For one thing, there was something I was noticing. Girls. Now, I've always noticed them, its just that I was noticing them in a completely different way. All of a sudden they weren't just people who went to school with me that just happened to have longer hair and well…weren't guys. But, they had…well, girl bodies! Especially the older ones. Of course, girls tended to have more of an effect on me than anything else at that time did. They, well, got me, well not only me but every other guy that age, they simply got us…excited. It wasn't anything I could control or anything, believe me on that. There are just some things you don't need in the middle of class, and well, yeah… I'm slightly red just even thinking about those awkward moments.

Of course, it wasn't as bad as James. He quickly learned one of the most important rules of that awkward phase, and we all learned from his mistake. He was dressed for quidditch practice when we went down for dinner. Of course, everyone was down there, including Lily. James had started becoming rather fond of her, but he never said anything to her about how he felt. But he saw her cross her legs and his fork simply fell out of his hand. Lily might have looked at him oddly, but she leaned across the table, to pick it up for him, seeing as James was practically paralyzed. Of course, judging by James and Sirius's expressions, I have a feeling they saw little bit more than they planned on seeing of Lily that evening. Well, to make a long story short and less awkward, from that moment on we all learned that sweatpants and track pants are a big no no in that time. Also, Lily learned how much James actually liked her.

I never had that problem, well, at least noticeably. I mean, I'm sorry, but every guy has had that issue come up at least once growing up. If they say otherwise, they are so lying. Anyways, girls. I was already slightly frightened of them, but now that they produced an unwelcome side-effect with their presence I was even more nervous around them. I changed into this fidgety mess that just bumbling over my own words. So, I normally avoided them to save myself from embarassment. I guess this is what started my reputation as being the quiet good one.

But, there was definitely one girl who always made me fumble on my words. I couldn't help but embarrass myself in front of her when I saw her. Of course, Sirius always questioned my logic of why I went for a second year when I could be after the more curvatious sixth and seventh year girls. I didn't care about that kind of thing, I was perfectly content being completely captivated by that girl I met at the sorting last year, Rebecca. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about her. Something that I just was fascinated by every little thing about her. Of course, I never said I liked her, but I couldn't help but wonder if she knew by some of me more erratic behavior that occurred when she was near me.

Like, there was this one time and I was walking somewhere, where exactly I can't remember, but does that really matter? Anyways, I was walking with Sirius and James and Peter, as usual, when she walked by. She was with her friends and gave us her cute little smile and waved. I promptly turned right around to wave back, not even noticing the upcoming corner. Of course, I kept waving like a complete lunatic, having the stupidest look on my face. Finally, I realized she wasn't looking and I turned around to see a wall. A wall I happened to be walking right into. Of course, what happened next I don't really know, I kind of blacked out. All I remember is waking up on the floor of the hallway to see James, Sirius, and Peter hovering over me laughing a bit.

"Walked right into that one didn't he?" James asked with a smirk, finding his comment rather amusing.

Sirius just nodded in agreement. "Yeah, gotta watch out for those sudden turns mate. Many people miss them. See students running into walls all the time in these parts," he said, wearing a matching smirk to James's.

"Guys, it's not that funny," I muttered as I sat up slowly with a tremendous headache.

"Yes it was. You should have seen your face," Peter said as the three of them helped me stand up. "One moment you're wearing a look of complete awe, the next the look of confusion on why there is a wall inches from your nose," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, well, it really hurt," I said rubbing my head. And it did really hurt. Of course, I would like to say that was the last time I did something stupid, or even the last time I ran into a wall because of Rebecca. But, the truth is, it's not. I messed up words in sentences and walked into walls and people and other objects. Once I got myself tangled in a suit of armor. Well, needless to say, after all my stupid actions, I was pretty sure I had lost any chance I had of getting her. By the end of the year, I was pretty sure I had no chance with any girl at all.

After all, it wasn't just my awkwardness around the girls that kept me at bay, but also the fact that I was still a werewolf and nothing was going to change that. I mean, what kind of girl would go around proudly saying "my boyfriend's a werewolf?" Huh? No girl would do that. At least, not a sane one. So, not wanting to break any hearts, or have my own broken, I decided that it was just be good for me to, well, avoid girls all together. It was simply for the best not to get involved with anyone. But, I was just a stupid thirteen year old then, what did I know? Nothing really, although my grades never showed that.

I was still a model student, always doing my work, always getting crap from Sirius and James about actually doing it. See, third year is also when you could start to tell the distinct difference between us all. James and Sirius were now starting to rack up several detentions for random acts of disobedience, and just starting to get into pranking in the end of the year. Mostly on our dear pal Snivellus. James never did let that little mishap in second year go. Oh no, he felt that Snape still had to pay for getting him that detention and for getting him on Lily's bad side. He was never going to forget that.

Sirius and James's pranking career was still small and not too imaginative at this stage, but of course they were only beginners. I was asked a couple times to join in, but I never did. I never said it, but I thought it was stupid and wrong what they were doing. Sure, James and Snape had gotten into a tiff, but that was at the beginning of second year, this was now the end of third year. Almost two years later! Wasn't it time to just let it go already? But, I never told them how I really felt about it, ever. Not even after Hogwarts did they know I really disapproved of their actions. I couldn't tell them, they were my friends and I didn't want to lose them.

So, once more, another reason to stay quiet. And that's what I did. I was the quiet one who didn't participate in the pranks, thus, making me the quiet good one out of us four. And that label would stick with me forever. Not that I minded, I mean, being the good one isn't bad right? It's good to be good. At least I think so. Well, either way, I have no regrets or remorse over my decisions. I just wish I knew everything I knew now back then. Would have made a big difference. And maybe saved me a couple of headaches.