They pulled on heavy woolen sweaters and stepped out into the chilly April evening. The sky was crisp and clear, dark and bright all at once, with silvery stars sparkling against a velvety black canvas. Remus lit the torch on his phone and shined it onto the path, which wound through the dunes and softly swaying beach grass. The sound of crashing waves was sweet and beautiful, and calmed Sirius’s fluttering heart. It was a sound that lived in his body now, lulling him to sleep every night and gently waking him in the morning.