"You’re a professional," Sirius said, looking at the smartly packed wagon. Sirius could picture himself struggling down the beach with his arms full of unwieldy bags and chairs, not to mention a squirming Harry, if he’d been alone. But then again, it would never have occurred to him to go to the beach at all. The only time Sirius had ever gone to the seaside was with James and his parents. Sirius’s own parents wouldn’t have tolerated sandy feet or wet bottoms in their perfect, frigid mansion.