"This isn't getting you any sun!" Remus told him fondly as he bent down to pick up the Padfoot-drool ball, and smiled when Padfoot promptly rolled over, exposing his furry belly. The thin wizard rubbed it obediently, scarred hands scratching at all the itchy spots. And then he stood, ignoring the plaintive whine Padfoot gave, and threw the ball, turning around to set out a rolled-up jumper, and a book.

He settled down, watching the big black dog run, silky fur glimmering in the sunlight. "Sirius!" he shouted, and waved some sandwiches.