Harry Potter Feast Table Novels & Stories

“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?"

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.

Mira called as she walked close to Jack and whispered, “Help me get that table.” Jack quickly bought the table out with Mira’s help. Mira bought the dishes and plates out by the time everyone washed their faces and hands. “Good Lord Little Mira.” Uncle Harry cried out as he saw the table filled with food that looked like a king’s feast. He would never spend money to buy this. His heart ached when he thought of how much the children spent; at the same time, it also filled with sweetness ‘He was cherished by his god daughter.’ “Eat …eat…” Mira smiled embarrassedly as she served the mushroom and potatoes. She handed the knife for cutting the pheasant to Jack; Jack handed it to Matthew as he was

What would Sargis think if he ever found out? Across the table, I could feel the weight of glances. Not all were hostile, but many were calculating. One girl, the fae noble in the chocolate gown, offered a tiny smile. I returned it stiffly, unsure if it was kindness or pity. One of the Council members, a woman with silver-plated cuffs and a mask shaped like an owl, tapped her spoon lightly against her glass. "Let's all feast," she instructed. "Then we will begin." The servants moved in silently. Dishes were uncovered, and plates were served with artful arrangements of food. I stared at mine, roasted duck glazed with honeyed rosemary, root vegetables carved into petals, and some kind of berry

Leo stood, surveying the table. Garrick bowed his head slightly. “Alpha Leo, the feast awaits your blessing.” Leo nodded once, his expression unreadable. He took his seat at the head of the long table, flanked by Bayle on one side and Garrick on the other. Silver platters lined the table, glistening with roast meats, herbed roots, and dark fruit soaked in spiced wine. Everything looked perfect—but Leo barely tasted any of it. All eyes were on him. He picked up his goblet, raised it briefly.

Everyone without exception was surprised. On the tables was a bowl which contained a thick soup composed of oats and rye, next to this was another with beans and vegetables, all this accompanied by a glass of warm water, but at the moment when Zark activated his spell , everything on the table changed. The simple tables were exchanged for refined versions of the same, along with the new tables, elegant white tablecloths were spread and the humble peasant food was exchanged for a great feast worthy of the high nobility. On the table were, beef, bacon, ham, sausages, chicken, turkey, veal, all of these prepared in many different ways; Along with the main dishes there were salads, pasta, breads

Daeira POV The town square had been transformed into something out of a fae dream. Long tables stretched beneath the trees, covered in crisp linen cloths and lined with lanterns that glowed like captured stars. The witches had charmed the lights to hover just above us, drifting lazily like fireflies. The pups had their own table, tiny plates, tiny cups, and way too much laughter as they threw food at each other when they thought no one was looking. I sat at the head of the main table with my men flanking me, watching as the food was brought out. Platters of roasted meat, baskets of bread still steaming, bowls of fruit glittering with sugar dust. The smell alone made my wolf wag her damn tail

Once we’re finished in the gym we make our way towards the dining hall. “How is ball prep going?” she asks me. “Really good, it’s all coming together perfectly,” I brightly said. “I can’t wait to see the end result,” she chirps as we enter the dining hall. The dining hall is large enough to fit the entire pack. It has a stained glass ceiling, tanned hardwood floors and three glass walls with evenly distributed glass doors. Four rows of light brown wood tables extend down the length of the room, where everyone sits along benches on either side of the tables. Think of the dining hall in Harry Potter, only brighter and no magical ceiling. There are the main entry doors attached to the packhouse

Three hours later, I found myself seated at a table beside a stranger, a man whose name I did not even know. My gaze swept across the hall, my heartbeat echoing like a drum in my chest. The atmosphere was adorned with vibrant fall flowers, their colors weaving together in a tapestry of warmth. The best china gleamed upon the tables, shrouded in delicate linen cloths. An array of mouthwatering dishes, from savory meats to fresh vegetables, rolls, and salads, adorned the serving tables. I marveled at Lily's ability to effortlessly conjure a feast for the pack with such short notice.