Harry Potter Feast Table Novels & Stories

The air filled with the aroma of savory meats, aromatic spices, and freshly baked bread. Long tables adorned with intricate floral arrangements and flickering candles were spread across the hall, inviting the guests to indulge in the feast. Plates and goblets were filled with succulent meats, hearty stews, vibrant salads, and an assortment of delectable desserts. The guests mingled and conversed, their laughter and cheerful chatter filling the air. Leanda, as a member of the royal slave, assisted in overseeing the smooth running of the feast. She gracefully moved from table to table, ensuring that everyone's needs were met and that the feast proceeded without any hitches. Her dedication and

It fit perfectly — too perfectly, as if someone had measured me in my sleep. I walked downstairs into a dining room that could fit my grandmother’s entire house twice. The table gleamed beneath the chandelier’s glow, and breakfast looked like something from a royal banquet — eggs, croissants, fruits, all perfectly arranged. Frederick sat at the head of the table, scrolling through something on a sleek black tablet. His assistant, the man called Henry, stood a few feet away. I hesitated at the door. “Sit,” Frederick said without looking up.

He instructed, and just then Riley walked in and they had to end the conversation. "My Lord is on his way!" Riley announced before taking her seat. Soon enough, Harris joined his parents and Riley at the table quietly and without a word, they all started eating in awkward silence. The table was filled with different varieties of foods and desserts with a beautiful chandelier standing every four feet apart on the 32-foot table. It was perfect and large enough to contain about 22 people as it was a royal dining table. Harris was getting tired of the awkwardness as he knew they were all waiting for him to speak up first, after all, they only come to his part of the Castle whenever they needed t

I couldn’t be bothered to drag it out anymore and shouted, “Open!” Taylor held her breath and slowly lifted her cup. One by one, the dice came into view. The first die was a six. The second one was another six. The third and fourth—also six. My aunt, unable to hold back, started celebrating. “All sixes! Maisie, you’re finished! Hahaha! You think you can beat us? You? Really?” Taylor’s expression brightened, too. She’d thrown everything she had into this last round for this exact moment.

Patrick had dropped a bombshell, shocking everyone. The spectators had sorts of expressions as they whispered between themselves. I nudged some people aside and walked up to Patrick. The moment he caught sight of me, he blanched. Seeing the sudden change in his expression, Lucille followed his line of sight and looked over too. A flustered look flashed in her eyes when she saw that it was me. I stood there and stared at Patrick unmovingly, not sparing her a single glance.

Lady Scott, who sat in the center, pretended to have her soup, but she quietly observed their movements. Sienna’s expression remained the same. She also placed a mushroom on Harry's plate and smiled faintly at him. “Why don’t you taste this too?” The sound of a servant gasping came from the side. Harry was extremely picky, and he had never eaten a mushroom, let alone something placed on his plate by others. Damn! There was a high probability that Sienna would be kicked out of the house! Those maids were terror-stricken. In the following seconds, their eyeballs had nearly protruded from their sockets because not only did Harry not mind it, he even ate that mushroom leisurely.

He just escorted me to a chair and pulled it out for me. The long table was set with more food than a festival banquet. My heart swelled with love as I scanned it. Steaming bowls of fireroot stew lined with rare herbs that helped replenish Mana. The huge loaf of bread was infused with restorative spells. I could tell because of the soft glow around it—silver plates of roasted phoenix mushrooms. I had never seen them before but they look deliciously expensive. A bowl of saffron rice. A platter of night-sweet fruits soaked in healing nectar.

“To the future!” Harry raised his glass up high. “To the future!” The other chorused as they clicked their glasses together and then gulped it down. The Burns family were at the right side of the long mahogany table, while the Smiths were on the left. It was one hell of a feast. The tables were filled with all kinds of meals and drinks. “Hmm, such a crunchy and tender meat,” Felix Burns complimented, nodding his head in the ultimate satisfaction, “I like it. Who's your chef? Extend my compliments to them.”

He said with a deep chuckle as we made our way to the rest. Peter and Miranda got to their feet the moment they saw us approaching. Arnold passed right through them humming a tune he suddenly picked. I narrowed my eyes at his back wishing I could drill a hole into his brain, that way the excitement he felt would be no more. We got to the dining hall and just like he had promised it was a large feast. The table was filled with different varieties of food. A large grilled piglet sat at the centre and other smaller dishes like vegetables and a large puddle of chocolate pudding decorated the table.

Tables were packed with plates and cutlery, meats and roasted vegetables, greens and desserts. They were laden with flowers spread among the dishes, decorations gracing the tables. The festival was a show of immense wealth meant to impress the shifters present. The food seemed endless, and staff continued to refill the dishes as they ran low. A constant stream of replenishment streamed from the kitchens to the grounds where the feast was set up. The tables of food were standing throughout the courtyard in the back of the castle. More tables stood in the fields beyond, benches attached for the participants to eat after their day of travel. All of the tribes had arrived and were mingling throu