Joyce sat down on the couch as she thought about what Remus was going through. For more than seven years, Remus had been going through so much pain and sadness without anyone to support him. Joyce quickly corrected herself; Remus hadn't been alone, he had had James, Sirius and Peter to help him all the time since they had met.
Eventually, Joyce had fallen asleep. In the morning, James found her sitting on the couch, her head lolling off the side. He smiled warmly as he watched his sister sleep. James picked up a quilt that had fallen on the floor and laid it on the sleeping girl. Sirius came in the door. "James, help me carry Remus to the sofa; he needs to rest," said the raven-haired boy. James looked at his friend and nodded. "Okay," he said. "But I gotta move Joyce first, or she'll never get her sleep. Not after what happened." James made to pick Joyce up, but the girl stirred and opened her eyes. "James, what is..." she yawned.
"Joyce, can you move? I mean, can you evacuate the couch? We need to get Remus on here so we can tend to him." Joyce immediately got up and left the couch.
"Is he hurt?" she asked.
"I don't know," answered James. "That's why we need to put him here, so that we can see if he's cut himself again."
"Again?" said Joyce, surprised and a little scared.
"Well, when he smells a human and can't eat it or just bite it, he hurts himself instead."
Joyce didn't know what was worse, the things that her brother was saying or the matter-of-fact way he was saying them.
