It was James' idea to go to the beach. Sirius had never been, and they took delight in telling him fabricated stories about how the waves were taller than houses and the multicoloured sand could swallow you whole if you stood for too long in one spot. When they arrived, Sirius stood stock still on the rocks, unwilling to venture down to the shore.
"The sand isn't multicoloured. The waves are small."
"Yes," Remus said anxiously, lacing his fingers tightly with Sirius'.
"You didn't tell me that it was beautiful." Remus took in Sirius' dreamy expression, and smiled.