Sirius woke the next morning to bright sunlight and a cool, salty breeze kissing across his face. Waves crashed and gulls cawed outside as he awoke slowly in the gauzy, whitewashed bedroom. He was so comfortable, with a light, summer quilt over him and the straw fan spinning overhead that he thought he could easily just lay there all day. He let his eyes drift closed a second longer until he smelled something else: Coffee and bacon. He rolled his head to the side. It was 8:00 am. He hadn’t slept until 8:00 am since...well, it had been a while and had involved a man named Lucky, and his roommate, too, Sirius remembered.