Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading In The Great Hall Complete

I could handle this. After Adira dismissed us, I decided to skip lunch, students spilled toward lunch. The smell of roasted venison and rosemary bread floated from the Great Hall, but the thought of food curdled my stomach. I merged with a group of first-years, then walked into a side passage lined with stained-glass windows. Color bled across the flagstones: scarlet wolves, silver moons, a gold-eyed girl crowned in bone. I stared until the shapes blurred, then pushed through the library doors instead of the cafeteria.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

he asked, nudging my shoulder. I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders. “As I’ll ever be,” I said, though the words tasted like a lie. Charlie smirked. “Good. Because you’re about to be the center of attention.” I groaned, but I was smiling. ********** The hall was already packed when we arrived, the hum of conversation filling the air, the scent of polished wood and old magic thick in the atmosphere. Students clustered in groups, their voices a mix of excitement and nerves, their eyes flicking toward the front where the instructors stood in a loose semicircle.

My pulse thundered, my skin itched, and I wanted to scream at them all to shut up, but instead, I lifted my chin, straightened my shoulders, and walked with Inara and Abigail to a table like I wasn’t one bad comment away from snapping. I dropped onto the bench, the chains clanging against the wood, and muttered under my breath, “I hate it here. Hogwarts had breakfast feasts. This place has murder stares.” Abigail snorted into her cup and Inara tried to look encouraging while I shoveled food into my mouth like the apocalypse was tomorrow but of course, peace never lasts. It started with a shadow falling across the table. I looked up, already ready to tell someone to fuck off, and froze. Emily

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 25th, 1992, 7:29 AM - Wednesday Erik was again seated on the head of Ravenclaw's house table in the Great Hall and serving himself some latte when the day's newspaper appeared by his side. He took the time to finish serving his latte and drink a little before getting the newspaper to red. When Erik did it, he read the big headline on the front page of it.

Conversations stutter and die as every head swivels toward us. Rhett offers a hand. “Come.” It’s not a question. My heart thuds once, hard. I should say no. I don’t. My fingers slide into his, calloused warmth swallowing mine. We walk through the halls like a tide cutting through rock. Students press back, their whispers chasing us: the Royals—and now her. I keep my chin high, though every step rings too loud against the stone. The Great Hall blooms open, cathedral-vast, chandeliers dripping with candles that never melt. The High Table waits on its raised dais, a place of privilege and politics. I never once though I would find myself at this alter. Today they make it look inevitable.

I was tempted to go back and disrupt whatever plans they had, but I knew that would seem too weird, so I gritted my teeth as I entered the hall. The hall was nicely decorated with pack banners and the royal flag. Dishes and drinks filled the mahogany table, which was dressed in silk materials. My eyes scanned the crowd as I saw that I may have severely underdressed, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, it wouldn't matter how good you looked today. The low murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses did nothing to settle the restless energy coiling in my muscles.

The same Hayden that could barely talk to anyone for more than 5 minutes. They placed their clothes in the common wardrobe side by side and also their shoes. Tracey looked at her phone longingly she had placed several calls to a certain someone named Felix but he had ignored them and even turned off his phone after receiving the third and realized she didn’t need anything important The bell rang signifying it was time for Dinner. Lola marvelled at the sight of the cafeteria. It was like entering Hogwart dining room without the magic. But the ceiling was magnificent. ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ

He always looked like he could easily read what was going on in someone’s head. How could I sit across from him, knowing what I’d done? What I was feeling? The fear that he might see right through me gnawed at my insides. As I sipped my orange juice, I heard light footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Harry entering the dining area, his face lighting up when he saw me. He was wearing a uniform of some sort, and his sandy hair was slightly tousled, giving him a boyish charm that made me smile despite everything.