Novel & Cerita Great Hall Feast Harry Potter

Every step she took radiated quiet power, yet her hand trembled faintly where it rested on her lower abdomen. The great hall had been transformed overnight. Tables groaned under platters of roasted venison, fresh bread still steaming from the ovens, bowls of dark berries glistening like spilled blood. Torches burned high and bright; banners of black and silver hung newly mended. The pack filled the space, laughter rising tentatively at first, then stronger, as though testing whether joy was still allowed after so much death. Kael raised his tankard at the head table. His voice, deep, resonant, rolled across the hall like distant thunder.

Malakar dismounted first, then reached up to grab my hand, pulling me down beside him. I looked back as the second horse drew up. Ronan got down from the saddle. His jaw tightened when our eyes met for a brief moment, then he looked away, forcing himself to focus ahead. Stay strong, I screamed internally. Just stay strong. The Great Hall was filled with the smell of roasted meat and the sound of hundreds of wolves cheering. As we entered, the noise became deafening. Malakar led me up to the high table, which sat on a raised platform overlooking the entire pack.

Kieran said as he walked beside me. The Great Hall was a wreck, its roof caved in, windows, doors, and walls all destroyed, but the wide lawn in front of it was vibrantly alive. Dozens of long wooden tables were arranged in rows, laden with platters of roasted meat, bread, fruits, and wine.

Instead of the study, I had walked straight into the great hall, where every noble in the pack had already gathered for the feast. The heavy wooden doors swung open beneath my push, and I stepped straight into the great hall. Music and laughter faded almost at once as hundreds of eyes turned toward me. Nobles, warriors, and elders sat shoulder to shoulder at the long wooden tables overflowing with roasted meat, fresh bread, ale, and mead. Torches burned along the walls, their flames dancing across thick furs, polished bronze goblets, and the faces now fixed on me. At the high table, Eldrick sat like a king carved from shadow and steel, his dark hair still wind-tossed from the ride back, his

We killed hard and without mercy, because that is the currency that buys you a second chance. Then we reached the great hall that had been made a mockery of a feast room. Torches burned low and wax dripped like teeth. The long table was laid with place settings but the plates held nothing except scraps of ritual herbs and blood. At the center of that macabre theater sat a crate slashed open and the thing inside was wrapped in cloth. My stomach folded over.

"Because I am the hungriest of them all." As they entered the Great Hall, the deafening roar of the feast died down into a sharp, expectant silence. Caleb led her to the High Table, his hand never leaving her side. As they sat, a woman with hair as white as a blizzard and eyes like frozen flint stood up from the council seats.

While I was a bit hurt that he didn’t address me, it was still better than seeing him with Nex. Ah, Nex… Just remembering how that mutt looked when I kicked her hand off and looked down on her so really brightened my day. And the way she was pleading to me for help? The look of despair she had when she caught on to the truth? As I entered the Great Hall, I took notice of how the place was set up. There were lavishing decorations everywhere, making it feel like a party fit for greatness. Quite different from usual, where the party would be outside with torches used to light up the night with the moonlight and stars above. Why, things would even get a bit rowdy, in which some Alpha wolves woul

I could almost hear Lucas's voice in my head, telling me to raise my head. I did, surreptitiously taking in the details of the room. It was rightly called the Great Hall, I thought. Much like the guards before, the room was decorated in rich tones of red and gold. Strategic tables with the same rich red tablecloths were placed at the corners of the room, piled high with small finger foods and desserts, even a champagne fountain. The room was pleasantly cool, no doubt alleviated by the fact that the ceilings were indeed very far up, with high beams, and slowly rotating fans adding to the feeling of hypnosis.

I cut through the kitchen to the staging room, and without hesitating, I spin and push through the swinging doors, pulling my wheelbarrow behind me. The volume increases a hundredfold. The ceilings of the Great Hall are high and peaked, with wooden beams crossing the expanse that do nothing to muffle the clatter of china and silver and lively arguments and braying laughter of the guests. Festivities at the Great Hall are an occasion for the highest ranks to show off.

There was no reason to keep them in a cell anymore. We reached the entrance to the Great Hall. The room was massive, dominated by several long tables. At the very end, on a raised platform, was the high table. Fenris was already there. He was sitting in a chair that looked like it had been carved out of a single, giant oak. He looked casual. One arm was propped on the table, the other hand digging into a bowl. He was tossing something—nuts or berries—into his mouth with a rhythmic flick of his wrist.