Yes... Yes, they had been, hadn’t they? Sirius sits, musing, as the healer leaves him in the little room they take him to for his sessions. He and James had been inseparable from the first night they met; Sirius, giddy with the feeling of freedom and the rush of being a Gryffindor, and James standing atop his newly-claimed bed, declaring that they would be the kings of the school, that the other three of them need only follow his lead, and he’d bring them to glory. Sirius had scoffed, and challenged his lead, and after a playful tussle, James had allowed for the two of them to be equals. Peter had only been all too eager to follow them, knowing even then that he wasn’t cut out to be anything more than a mindless follower—and Remus had retreated behind his bed curtains before James and Sirius had even finished their wrestling, though they all knew he had been listening fervently.