Harry Potter Feast Table Novels & Stories

Harry quietly took in the aroma of the food. He tried to appear indifferent, but his ears caught every sound from the kitchen—the sizzle of the frying pan, the clatter of plates, even Arabella’s light footsteps. A few minutes later, Arabella appeared with a plate in her hands. She placed it on the dining table before turning to pour a cup of black coffee. “It’s ready,” she said softly. Harry glanced at the breakfast on the table. The pancakes looked soft, drizzled with glistening honey. Scrambled eggs sat golden and fluffy on the side of the plate.

He arched his perfect brow. He started to walk to the right, and I followed from my position, taking slow, careful strides. The other bloodsuckers cleared the path for me, revealing a table with twelve chairs. Right next to the head chair was a small, cute one, yet it still adopted the gothic taste of the entire place. On the table was a small feast; an array of sweet confections and delicacies. The strawberry syrup dripping on the chocolate cake looked so much like drying blood, and I knew not to touch it even with a fork.

But he forgot all when the meal was the only thing on his mind at that moment. When the first spoon goes to his mouth he has this and pauses ideas, as his hunger was intense, then starts his celebratory smile again as the spoon goes back and forth to his plate. She made a sumptuous meal, and Harry sent back only compliments and admiration towards Lady Maria and upon the table was a basket of the fruits that grew in the neighborhood — blackberry, plums, and apples. It was a humble celebration of the garden's abundant harvest.

“Because my wolf nearly clawed his way out just now.” “Your...wolf?” I echoed, blinking rapidly. Before he could answer, Harry touched my arm gently. “Come, have a seat.” I followed obediently, but in my heart the last place I wanted to be was there. I could feel the tears bubbling to the surface. Harry pulled out a seat beside Morgan and gestured for me to sit. He took the one beside Violet while Jones claimed the next seat beside me. A maid stepped out of the kitchen, rolling a food cart filled with croissants, toasted bread, bacon, scrambled eggs, baked beans, sausages, platters of cold meat, various fruits, and cereals and laid them out on the dining table.

Though Jacob sir wasn't allowed in the table, I gave him a set up in my room, since it would be so much better to have food in the shade than the scorching heat. "What's so funny?' Thunder wrecked the table as Aiden's voice demanded entry. "Is that to me?" He looked at the table, spoons clacking at the rice, and curry. "Yes, is there someone else here?' "Yes, Harry is present" He shook his head, shrinking into nothingness. "Harry? Where's the respect?", he asked, as if calling him "sir' and 'master' wasn't enough. "Harry never told me he needed such formalilites, unlike you, Master"

Referring to this, Hana became even more enraged, "The cloud sucks; it takes me into the tunnel and gets stuck there." "The Pink Cloud," Henry asked. Hana nodded, "That's it." They walked and talked until they entered the hall; Hana was overwhelmed by its magnificent scenery. Each high staircase leads in many colors representing all kinds of magic; there are 5 banquet tables arranged into 5 angles representing 5 different classes. They filled the S-class table with pastries covered in strawberry jam, chocolate ice cream, and dozens of beautiful fruits they'd never seen before. Then came the A-class banquet table, which was filled with colorful juices; each plate was presented with a piece of

Harley's POV "Please go in," one of the ladies who had helped me dress up said with a smile on her face, then gave me a low bow. "Thank you," I answered softly and then slowly walked in. The first thing I noticed was how big the dining hall was. A large dark brown table was set in the center, with fancy chairs around it. On the table were different types of food: bread, chapati, scones, pancakes, as well as fresh fruits and boiled eggs. Some fruits and vegetables were cut, and next to them was a teapot and a glass jar of juice that looked like a very expensive antique.

I retorted and he smirked. “You need to eat. You haven’t eaten anything since last night.” He said softly and I sighed. Before I could say anything else, he held my hand and took me to the dining hall while everyone followed us behind. The dining hall was huge, with absolutely beautiful and elegant dining table in the center which had a matte gold marble top and steel grey upholstered armchairs around. A beautiful and opulent looking chandelier hung from the ceiling right in the middle of the dining table. The hall look grandeur and exquisite. I couldn’t take my eyes off that beauty when suddenly something else caught my attention. I noticed some staff, removing the lids off from some dishes

“We have this hall and we stuck by that weird canteen?” Cent wandered her onyx-colored eyes around her and was dazzled by the extravagance of the dining area where the headmaster led them. And by them, it means, the royalties and the participants. Five long ebony tables lined with lavish foods prepared already. The flying piglets with their freaking small wings loitered around the grand hall made her think that they were supposed to be on the plates rather than carrying the trays. Chandeliers made of gemstones hung above them and a fucking orchestra played in the background which made her wince. She did not like these kinds of things.

Despite the fact that it wasn't my first time seeing it, I could not help but be in awe of the castle's overall beauty. “Patricia, Alpha Harold, good morning." I bowed and sat down next to Patricia. I leaned in to whisper to Patricia after taking a quick glance at the big spread on the table. "Are we have a party?" I pointed to the feast that was arranged on the table and inquired in jest. "Not if you have an occasion for celebration you'd like to have." With a shrug, she started eating. I had just started eating when I saw Harold staring at me. “Why did you leave your pack?"