Great Hall Feast Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She had to focus on making it out of the meeting with her head on her shoulders. And security of her head being on her shoulders for a long time. There was a big door at the end of the corridor and a few guards standing in front wearing their normal stoic expressions. Ann paused in front of the large door, "This is The Great Hall, where you'll be dining with the prince." She gestured towards the door then turned to the guards and gave them a signal to open the door.

MINTHE Pick You Up * * * The Great Hall is suffocatingly loud by mid-afternoon. The heat from two massive roaring hearths hits my face, carrying the scent of roasted meat, cheap ale, and the heavy, earthy musk of ninety pack warriors packed into wooden benches.

“Couldn’t have you facing that viper in rags, could we? Show the Moonskin what true strength looks like.” Tears stung my eyes, hastily blinked them away. This was more than clothing. It was a gift made true. A declaration of loyalty is woven in every thread. “It’s perfect,” I managed. “Thank you. All of you.” ××× The Great Hall loomed, a monument to Aurelius’s power. Torches blazed along the cold walls, casting long, dancing shadows on anything blocked from their light. The air was dense with the fragrance of roasting meat, rich gravy, flavored wine, and sweet honey-glazed root vegetables – a banquet probably planned to overpower the feelings and perhaps, the will.

Empty and useless. No. Stop it. Stop thinking like that. I took a deep breath and walked into the Great Hall. And then I forgot how to breathe. It was huge. Bigger than anything I'd ever seen. Gold lights hung from a ceiling so high I couldn't see where it ended. Rich people sat everywhere. Important people. Pack leaders in fancy clothes. Women in jewels that cost more than my whole house. And at the front of it all, two big chairs made of gold and red velvet.

The great hall was packed full with people. It was decorated beautifully with more than a hundred candles and ribbons of different colors. It was filled with aroma of food and wine and wonderful slow music flowed in the air, creating a serene and cheerful atmosphere. Ron has never seen anything so magical. The candle lights made the ice blue walls glow, increasing the beauty of the hall. The thick curtains seemed to have been spun from gold. It made him really excited. He was sitting at the high table together with Ludiciel, Mariel, Tariel and Sariel who were all looking radiant. The Queen mother, Princess Rose and the King weren't present yet. They were the only ones left. As soon as they a

What if they have been suspicious since the very first second I set foot here? I stand in the back corner, getting the clearest view of the entire Great Hall. The room is magnificent, lit by torches mounted along the walls. A chandelier with thousands of candles hangs from the high ceiling. Fascinating, classic, but feels... ancient. Far across from me, on a stone podium, stands an old man with one eye covered. The aura radiating from him reaches all the way to where I stand. It’s Headmaster Horgus. “Welcome to hell!”

Eat your heart out, Hogwarts, because there were floating balls of light giving a soft glow to the area. Tables and chairs decorated in black with gold, blue, green, and red were positioned around the space with floating lights above them like invisible chandeliers and plates of steaming and delicious-smelling foods. I licked my chops, taking a half step toward a table with a roasted turkey leg tempting my rumbling stomach. ‘We should get dressed and find our mate before filling your stomach.’ August scolded. ‘I wasn’t going to eat. It just smelled good.’ I rolled my eyes and headed for what I hope is inside the packhouse.

*** The Great Hall was transformed. Gone were the shadows and the dust. The walls were lined with thousands of candles, their light reflecting off the polished silver and the sea of velvet. A long banquet table groaned under the weight of roasted boar, pheasants, and platters of vegetables I didn't recognize. Musicians played in the corner, a haunting, melancholic melody that sounded like it was composed by someone slowly freezing to death. And the people. The Council was there, along with at least a hundred others—Lords and Ladies of the minor houses. They were a sea of jewels and dark colors, their voices a low hum of gossip and speculation.

Rory's POV The hall shimmered with golden light, chandeliers burning above long tables lined with silver plates and crystal goblets. Laughter rose around me, the sound almost too bright, too sharp, as though it covered something bad beneath. I raised my cup, trying to hide my nerves. For once, the school wasn’t at war with itself. Wolves, vampires, dragons, and humans all sat at the same feast, appearing to be friends. Pretending I wasn’t the reason their bonds shook like glass.

Geth growled. We were all seated around a large round table in the Great Hall. A glittering chandelier hung above giving off an ambient glow. The room was lined in gilded wood and pictures of previous royalty from the seven magics hung precisely along the walls. I admired the newest. The soul of the fairy realm. Her name was Aurora. We met a couple of times. She was nice.