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Sirius hated everything about the beach. He hated the sand that got into places he didn’t know were possible. He hated the ocean and the dark atmosphere he felt around it. Even in the daytime, the sun is shining high. He grimaced every step he took along the wet shores that evening. Remus was ahead of him, picking everything up off the ground.
Unlike Sirius, Remus loved the beach. Remus drove him mad when they were there, but Sirius would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. At home, they had a storage bin filled with shells and such that Remus collected, well, used to have. Sirius made him either clean them and space them out or get rid of them. He couldn’t stand the smell any longer.
“Remus…” Sirius started, watching him pick a shell up and inspect it. “We are not taking home another shell.”
Remus pouted and met Sirius’s eyes. “Why not? It looks cool.”
“Do I need to remind you of the smell? “ Sirius told him, and Remus just shrugged.
“What if I find a fancy oyster shell? How about then?”
“Talk to me then.”
Remus looked at Sirius, pulled an oyster shell out of his pocket, and placed it in Sirius’s hand.