Great Hall Feast Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The savory smell of roasted meat enveloped the dining hall. It was the first thing that caught Layla’s attention as she walked past the kitchen while looking for her master. She didn’t expect to see the table filled with food. There were fruits in the basket, cooked meat, and even a glass of fruit juice. Her eyes form into a heart-shaped like as she tried her best not to drool in front of the food. “You’re here,” Zev mumbled as he put down his glass of water. “What are you waiting for? Dig in,” he ordered which sounded marvelous in Layla’s ears.

Satisfied with the results, she hurried after them, shutting the door behind her and making sure to keep a safe distance from them as they walked down the stairs. Until they came to a large dining hall. If Ariel had thought that Kane’s pack was large, it couldn’t hold a candle to what she was looking at now. Only there were long rows of tables and chairs—the ones you would see in a Harry Potter movie. And people were already seated, chatting excitedly as the food was passed around. Only the noise was quick to turn to complete silence as they saw the alpha, and everyone stood up, lowering their heads and raising them at the same time, as if it had been rehearsed before hand.

’ She didn’t have to tell me twice; I was too hungry to wait. As I entered the dining hall, it almost looked like I was walking in “The Great Hall.” If you haven’t seen Harry Potter, then you won’t understand. It’s bewitching and extravagant, it's just missing the floating candles. I’m gonna miss this place when I’m gone. I went and hurried to get in line. When it comes to food, I don’t know anyone, and I don’t like being interrupted. Evie was the only exception. She was the same way as I was.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 8:46 PM The population of the Great Hall were eating desserts and talking between them when Erik and his group entered the Great Hall. They walk between the tables, and stop by the head of Ravenclaw table where Susan , Susan and Leona were seated. "Welcome back~" Susan welcomes them, eating a spoon of strawberry ice cream after. "We are back." Erik answers her. Joan goes back to where she was seated before, taking off her gauntlets and serving a portion of vanilla milk pudding and chocolate ice cream. Professor Flitwick nods at Erik and goes to the staff table with the other two professors. Susan then continues.

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If he was the one responsible for my lunch yesterday, he was an incredible chef~ 5 stars Next, we wandered into the Great Hall. It was huge, decorated with intricate gold designs. Aria explained it could hold over three thousand people for pack galas and balls. I tried to imagine Gabriel standing in the center of all that gold, but the image was interrupted by a scream. "How dare you!" Aria and I ducked behind a pillar, a few yards away, two women were squared off in a heated argument, one was tall with wavy blonde hair; the other, who i got to know as Priscilla, was shorter and currently vibrating with rage.

She exited the bedroom, “Beware of beautiful witches in the function. Otherwise, be ready for the consequences.” Aaron whirled to take a glimpse of her. She ran away before he could process it. He shook his head and rubbed his right hand on his head, “And you are looking hot.” He strode after her, but there was no glimpse of her in the corridor. He reached the giant hall where the ceremony was going to take place. Every wall was decorated with aesthetic things. In the middle of the hall, two giant-sized Lotus bowls, which were gold-plated and carried a shiny look, were placed.

Chaos is the perfect cover for a coup. Down in the grand feasting hall, the air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, imported elderberry wine, and the heavy, mixed pheromones of fifty territorial lords. The columns are draped in silver wolf skins, illuminated by massive crystal fire-orbs. Every guest holds a goblet of fermented blood-wine, nodding along as Tahlia takes the raised obsidian dais to deliver her ascension address.

Food makes me happier than diamonds and pearls. "Food sounds good. I haven't eaten all day because I've been a nervous wreck." I think about my first gala. I remember feeling the same anxiousness. I wish my experience were as welcoming as hers, but I guess it made Tae and I closer in the long run. I show her around the castle on our way to the great chamber. Hazel is amazed by the designs on the ceiling, and occasionally, she runs her fingers over the wall. The castle is very beautiful, so I appreciate the architecture as well. As we reach the great chamber, I can smell the aroma of our dinner.

It mattered little; the silver was the only currency she valued. With a sharp nod, the girl vanished into the mist. Sherman led Madison into the Grand Gala as his chosen plus-one. As they crossed the threshold of the banquet hall, Madison’s ears twitched to the sound of crystal clinking. The massive stone hall was ablaze with magical light, while the deep, melodic hum of harps and flutes vibrated through her marrow. Pierce Holdings was not merely hosting a dinner; they were displaying the sheer weight of their hoard. The gala reeked of predator-level luxury. There were even stone gaming tables and circles for ritual combat by the far wall, should the Lords grow bored.