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The sun had almost vanished, and so had James Potter. A dare involving ice cream cones, seagulls and a pretty girl in a swimming costume had been an incontestable failure. Now James was repenting for his 'distinctly un-marauderish' mistake.
Sirius dug the blue-and-white spotted children's spade into the sand, "This should help your concentration, Prongs." James rolled his eyes as another pile of sand landed on his legs. He watched Sirius smooth it over into a mound, wriggling his toes so that the sand shifted and uncovered them.
In Sirius' opinion the entire trip had been marked by James' distraction. James Potter; prankster, genuis, trouble-maker, map-maker extraordinaire, and hopeless romantic. There'd be countless girls in the past few years, even ones who'd lasted a few weeks, and James had probably fallen in love with every single one of them.
"What's so special about Lily Evans?" Sirius had asked, after Lily's eyes were dragged into the conversation for the fifth time that night.
"She's beautiful," came the reply.
"So are many girls."
"She's clever," said James, a sappy grin on his face.
"So are-"
"She just is, Padfoot," James said with a finality that had closed Sirius' mouth for a whole thirty seconds.
Sirius sat back against the mound of sand that covered James' body and looked out to the sea, "Remus is clever, isn't he?"
Since he couldn't sit up, only the stars could see James' expression, "Yeah..." he said, shurgging and knocking off more sand.
"He's not bad looking either is he?" Sirius said, looking fixedly at the sea.
"No, but-"
Sirius stopped listening and smiled to himself.