Joyce watched from the sidelines as Sirius, James and Peter brought in an unconscious Remus and laid him on the couch. James then wiped his brow.

"It deosn't look like it, but Remus has a lot more muscle than one would think," he said.

Joyce didn't smile. "James," she said, "go get me some band-aids. Sirius, get me some clean water, and Peter, get me a clean wash cloth."

The three boys nodded. Only James and Joyce were allowed to use magic, because they were of age, but they had made a deal that they wouldn't use it outside of Hogwarts until all of their friends turned seventeen. Once Joyce had what she needed, she finally looked at Remus. Bruised almost everywhere on his torso, cuts on his arms, deep gashes on his stomach, she didn't know where to start. James pointed to Remus's right ankle. "His ankle seems to be broken," he stated. Joyce nodded, reckognizing the signs of a broken limb. She quickly went to the foot of the sofa.

"James, I have to use magic to fix his foot. Is it okay with you?" James nodded.

"Yeah, because if you don't, it would look weird at Hogwarts."

Joyce took her wand out and placed the very tip of it upon Remus's ankle. She whispered "Reparo!" and instantly, Remus's foot was set in the right direction and looked healthy once more. As his ankle mended, Remus stirred and groaned. "What happened?" he asked sleepily, slowly opening his eyes, which immediately latched unto Joyce's. The latter smiled and patted the hazel-eyed boy's ankle gently. "After you re-transformed, James, Sirius and Peter brought you here so I could fix you up."

Remus winced at the memory. "So... I really did chase you? It wasn't just a nightmare?"

Joyce smiled kindly. "It wasn't a nightmare, Remus, but I'm actually glad you guys did end up with having to tell me. Because now that I'm in on your secret, I can help you more."

James nodded at her words. "See, Remus? I told you that she wouldn't be scared." Taking his sister's arm, he smirked and added, "She's a tough one, Joyce is. She should've gone to Gryffindor!"

"No way, James, I'm way too smart and Ravenclawesome to go with the Gryffindorks!"

The four boys gaped at her. "What, you never heard those nicknames? Actually, Gryffindor isn't Gryffindork, but Gryffindorable; we're Ravenclawesome, Slytherin is Slytherincredible, and Hufflepuff is Hufflepuffelicious!"

The boys stared blankly at Joyce. "Seriously? Guys, everyone knows these nicknames."

James shook his head. "Wow, some people have a lot of time on their hands..."

The comment, not that funny in appearance, caused all of the young adults to burst out laughing.