Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading In The Great Hall Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damon. Dave pretended I didn't exist for the entirety of the lecture, though I could practically feel his heavy gaze burning a hole in the back of my neck during our coding exercises. With Mitch out of the picture, I was alone until Sera leaned across the aisle from the back row. “Halle,” Sera hissed, using that specific, breathless tone reserved exclusively for juicy campus gossip. I turned my head to face her. “Hey, Sera.” “Did you hear what went down between Andre and Jordan last night?” she asked, her eyes practically sparkling with malicious glee.

Her grip on my arm was tight, almost too tight, and I could feel her trembling. We reached the entrance to the Great Hall. The heavy doors opened, and the smell of roasted meat and smoke washed over me. The hall was full of people, like courtiers, guards, rogues and guests from other packs. They stood in silence, watching as I entered. No one smiled. Their eyes followed me with a mix of fear and judgment. The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet, and my ragged breathing sounded loud in the quiet space.

There’s no way they will hold the meeting in those places. I went to the great hall, pushing the heavy wooden doors carefully, but it still creaked loudly, like old doors do in horror movies. The great hall was dark and silent, like a tomb. I didn’t bother closing it. I walked towards the library, praying for Henry to be there. He had to be there.

She tried to ignore them and carried on with her bath as Viola constantly reminded her of the time from outside. They reached the dining hall an hour later and it was already filled with people. The girls occupied the seats in the exact middle of the long table while Anya sat opposite to them as there was no empty seat in their line. She was reminded of the tables in harry potter everytime she ate there as the table was always filled with many varieties of food and the only difference from Harry Potter was that the food didn't magically appear but was brought in by the servants who never failed to replace the cloches with full ones.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

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.

On either side of the room, there were two beds with canopies over them, maroon and gold, as if I’d walked into the Gryffindor Dorms in Harry Potter. On one of the desks sat a boy bent over his desk with a set of books opened in front of him. There were massive headphones over his ears, and I could tell that he wouldn’t have heard me coming. There was a dartboard over his bed, and there were two darts embedded in it. One of them had found the bullseye, while the other was pretty close to it. I squinted at it for a moment, my brain tingling. Then, I looked back at my roommate.

Past the ballroom where I’d once danced in silver shoes and hated every second. Past the library where my father used to read me poetry until I fell asleep on his lap. Past the conservatory where Ma Felicia used to sit with her tea and her silence, watching me like I was a puzzle she hadn’t yet solved. The Great Hall doors stood open. Seven chairs. Six elders. Ma Felicia was not among them. Harrow gestured to the head of the table. “Your place, Ms. Voss.” I walked forward. Lucian beside me.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

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.