Great Hall Feast Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I offered her a vapid, airheaded wave and strutted past her into the corridor, my heavy satin skirts rustling loudly. Inside my own head, my logical mind was already screaming in pure agony. Hating how pathetic I had to act, I forced myself to maintain the bounce in my step as I followed the line of tributes down to the Great Dining Hall. The banquet hall was magnificent, a vast chamber of black marble illuminated by massive crystal chandeliers that held hundreds of roaring candles. The long tables were packed with the Bloodmoon Pack's elite warriors, wealthy high lords, and powerful commanders. At the very front of the room, on an elevated dais, sat the King’s table.