Great Hall Feast Harry Potter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Feast The great hall of Celestia Pack glowed with torchlight and laughter, though for Evandra, every sound seemed distant under the pounding of her heart. The long tables brimmed with roasted meats, honey-drizzled breads, and fruits jeweled in crystal bowls. The air was thick with the scents of spice and smoke, of wolf and wine. She sat at the head table beside Lefu, her place marked not just by silk and ceremony, but by the weight of every gaze in the room.

Mom, Dad and Sammy are here. Even Mael had somehow managed to show up—this time, with his Beta and Gamma making sure he didn’t overstay his welcome. The great hall was decorated beautifully, thanks to Harley and the pack’s best decorators. Warm lights lined the walls, casting everything in a golden glow. A massive feast had been prepared, with enough food to satisfy even the most ravenous wolves. And, of course, at the center of it all, was our little moon—our Johanis. He was dressed in the tiniest ceremonial outfit, sitting proudly in his chair as if he knew the entire celebration was for him.

I said. She shook her head and underlined what she'd written. The great hall was full. I had not seen this part of the estate used before, it was vast, with ceilings that disappeared into shadow and walls hung with the kind of tapestries that told stories I didn't yet know, and it was full of people. Pack members from the estate and from the surrounding territories, filling the space with a low, collective energy that shifted the moment Draco appeared.

I looked at Harry flatly, "Why did you come downstairs? This house doesn't accept guests who smell like you Harry. Uncle and Auntie will be looking for you later!" Harry smiled, Kirey seemed to be getting better again. " Damn it, you smell better than me Kirey. Don't you know what your drool smells like huh? I bet you just wiped it with a tissue in the bathroom. The smell is still on my hands!" Harry shuddered in horror. He was still imagining Kirey's drool in the library earlier. Harry still wanted to continue his taunts again, but suddenly he felt a slightly cold aura around him. Then Harry's gaze fell on Kirey, the girl stared at him flatly. It made Harry's hairs go up. Harry admitted tha

9 Loud cheering. Laughter resonated from the great hall , beautiful magical lanterns brightened up the feast . He sat with a goblet intertwined between his fingers, he was becoming weary of the toasts he received from each member of the royal clan. All of them wore a wide innocent smile, but all he could see was the loathe and deceit beneath. He wanted nothing more than to rip of their heads, to allow their blood smear freely over the walls. A dark side of him was thrilled at the thought, allowing his blood to drum in anticipation.

Scarlett When I walked into the dining hall my expectations had reached skies. That's what happens when you have read Harry Potter 7 times. I was slightly disappointed because were no ghosts roaming around but other than that, it was breathtaking. Papers were flying all around being passed by students who could control air. Students were sitting all in groups on different tables. There were rows of food, properly labelled. Ranging from salads to sweets. "Wow," I said aloud. "Yes, that's what people say, when they see our dining hall for the first time. Sometimes I wish I would get the opportunity to feel how you guys feel," he said already starting to walk towards the food.

"Tonight, Asha, you aren't a prisoner in a tower. You are the guest of honor at a feast of wolves. Stay close to me. If you move more than a foot away, I cannot guarantee you’ll leave the hall with your throat intact." As we descended into the Great Hall, the heat hit me first. The smell of roasting meat, sweat, and the musk of hundreds of shifting wolves. The drumming stopped the second we stepped onto the floor. A thousand eyes turned toward us. "The Witch!" someone screamed. A snarl rippled through the room, a wave of predatory sound that made my knees buckle.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

His hand rested on Ella's shoulder. "Ready to eat?" I asked. "Starving," Ella said. Thomas nodded at me. "That was quite a declaration you made." "She deserved to be acknowledged." "Yes, she did." Thomas studied me. "Take care of her." "Always." The feast hall was chaos. Long tables overflowed with food. Roasted meats. Fresh bread. Vegetables and fruits. Desserts piled high. Barrels of wine and mead lined the walls. Wolves filled every available seat. Talking. Laughing. Celebrating.

ELYSIA’S POV The Great Hall glittered like a jeweled snare. Torches flared in their iron sconces, banners hung heavy from the rafters, and the long tables groaned beneath platters of venison, pheasant, and steaming bread. But beneath the surface splendor, the air pulsed with hunger of a different kind. Kayla shone at the center of it, basking in every stolen glance, every whisper. She let her hand rest conspicuously against her stomach, her smile sweet enough to sour milk. Around her, wolves muttered about heirs, about alliances, about curses undone.