"Brighton," Sirius said, casting his memory back to the ringing, clanging sounds of the arcade, of tossing chips to seagulls on the pier and sneaking whisky in a flask that they shared at night while they snogged strangers on the sand. He told Remus about all of this and more, surprising himself with every new unearthed memory. They walked on and on, for at least two miles, until they reached a jagged, rocky jetty, before turning around to head back to the house. Sirius’s mind wandered down a winding, rabbit’s warren of memories, and he was happy to take Remus with him.