Kyle had gotten a seat with his back to Siobhan, and he kept trying to catch her eye, but he found it increasingly difficult as the chatter around him tried to include him. 

Finally the meal ended and the prefects started to lead them to their dorm. Kyle slipped through enough to tug on Siobhan's sleeve as they passed each other. "Friends?" He whispered, hoping she was as determined as he was to remain as friends despite the divide of their houses. Wasn't the hat's song all about making friends over that divide?