sirius was not habitually drawn to the seashore—england, after all, was scarcely renowned for its inviting coastal climes or stretches of paradisiacal sand. however, the summer after their graduation year, they had decided that they were having a lads' holiday.

thus, they found themselves upon the coastline near dorset, lodging in a quaint inn which they had entirely reserved, courtesy of financial intervention from james's parents, fleamont and euphemia. though, it was not exclusively a lads' holiday, considering that james had insisted on sweeping along his girlfriend, lily. seeing as lily was in attendance, she had consequently forced you to tag along.

the faint crashing of the waves reached your ears, mingling with the cawing of seagulls and the woeful ambience of james attempting to bury peter (who had dozed off) in sand. it was not sunny by any means, the sky was a periwinkle gray, with a thin, wispy veil of cloud over the water. nonetheless, there was no sign of the customary summer rain.

a piercing whoop from james caught your attention.

"siri, took you long enough, mate." he snickered, startling rowan and a mystified peter stirring from his slumber to glance at—oh, of course, sirius.

in your defense, you were not one to ogle; at sirius, no less. then again, his black hair was messily pinned back and he was attired in a navy pair of swimming trunks, leaving almost every tattoo inked on his alabaster skin in view. begrudgingly, even you had to admit he was easy on the eyes.

"and here i thought you were going to make good on your demands that you'd rather drown yourself than spend another hour in our company." sirius remarked wryly, unceremoniously positioning himself on the towel to your left. the salt in the air mingled with the aroma of his cologne, much to your chagrin.

he fixed his gray eyes on you with a distinct air of mirth, before casting them back to the white sand that bordered the water. "or is the water too chilly?"