It was Remus. Joyce's heart leapt in her chest, but she pushed it off as surprise. Untangling herself from her burrito of covers, she stood up.

"Remus!" She smiled, but Remus frowned - almost too perfectly. It was like he was acting surprised.

"Joyce. What are you doing? Here?" He added, as if in an afterthought.

"I'm stargazing," giggled Joyce. She usually never giggled in front of a boy; that was new.

"After hours?"

"Oh, Professor Flitwick gave me permission," said Joyce, handing Remus the letter from the small teacher. While Remus read it, Joyce studied his face. He was slightly tan, souvenir of the time they'd spent outside during the summer, but his tan made his scars stick out. Some were thin, some were thick, but they all made him look that more interesting. And now she new where they came from. His werewolf state, far from horrifying her, made her want to be by his side. Remus, without looking up, said with a smirk, "why are you staring at me?"

Joyce blushed and looked down.

"I, uh, I wasn't staring at you..."

Remus chuckled. "Yeah, sure. Anyway," he looked up from the letter, "the letter seems legit. However, I will stay with you because Filch might not believe you."

"Thanks, Remus!" Joyce sat down crossing her legs. She held out an end of a cover to Remus, who grinned and kneeled down next to her. He silently wrapped the quilt around his shoulders, which Joyce couldn't help but notice, larger than even James's.

"Say, Remus, do you do sports?" She blurted out. Remus looked at her quizzically.

"Er, no, why?"

"Oh, uh, I just noticed that, er..."

"That what?" Said Remus with a chuckle.

"That-you-were-rather-muscular-and-I-wanted-to-know-why," said Joyce in one, long, shaky breath. Remus burst out laughing, making Joyce blushed as deep as Fabian and Gideon Prewett's hair.

"It's my wolf genes," explained Remus, still smiling. "Any other time than the full moon, being a werewolf actually is pretty cool. Hightened senses, better metabolism, stronger body, the only downfall is that I turn into a bloodthirsty monster every month." Remus took a deep breath. "That I could do without."

Joyce nodded. "You know, lycanthropy is not very different of being a woman."

Remus's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Well, every month for about three to seven days, a woman becomes really, well, monstrous. Have you noticed, this summer, how during a week, I was horrid?"

"Yeah, but I still don't understand."

"A woman gets her period every month, Rem'."

Remus froze, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and breathed out a small, squeaky "oh..."

Joyce burst out laughing.