Fives takes the silence for the blow off it is, and starts to keep an eye out for Harry as he walks the halls. When he spots him in the dining hall at lunch he takes the seat across from him, then takes his bucket off and sets it on the table next to his tray, which is mounded with a positively obscene amount of food, much of which is liberally doused in hot sauce.

"Harry Starks." He nods a greeting. "I'm Fives."