It would take a while, but Sirius would come around. If there was one person in his life that could completely fuck him over and get away with it, it was James Potter. Brothers fought, often, but they got over it. The four of them were brothers, it couldn't all be smiles, laughter, and pranks. For Sirius, he was going to get over it easily. Peter would have a bit harder time, but Sirius knew he would come around as well.
For now, Sirius was angry.
Squinting his eyes at James, Sirius frowned. "That does not explain why almost all of Gryffindor was with you. Sure sounds like you don't trust us to sit and discuss, but you'll throw us into the mix when a plan needs to be implemented. We've been planning for years, you should know better."
With his arms cross, Sirius turned and sat on his bed. They were all in their own corners, which was a foreign concept. Usually they would all be on one bed, squished over a piece of paper, picture, or alcohol. With a sigh, Sirius dropped his arms and fell backwards onto his bed. "Just stop defending yourselves and us. Tell us how it all unfolded, what's happening, and what we can do."