Harry Potter Feast Table Novels & Stories

Harry inquired. "Good, it really depends on you to arrange other food." Said Arosh. "OK, I'll deal with it. Stay there first." Harry said and highlighted the vacant table. Arosh then went to Harry's pointing table and took a seat at it. While sitting tight for Harry she glanced around, she saw the wonderful nursery all around and the lights planned in different shapes like blossoms, stars, hearts and snowflakes. She likewise saw that many individuals come here and take pictures.

‎“That I am to keep you alive long enough to break my son’s heart in the best possible way.” ‎I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. ‎An hour later, Lyriel leads me to the great dining hall. ‎The table is obscene ,black glass long enough for thirty, set for three. Crystal goblets, silver that glows faintly, platters already steaming with food I have no names for: glowing fruits, meat that shimmers like opal, bread dark as midnight and light as cloud. ‎I thought I would eat alone. ‎I was wrong.

Novices and Fire Mages sat around eight large tables in the dining hall. All kinds of meats seasoned with garlic, rosemary, mustard seeds and other spices had been prepared by the mages and novices in charge of the kitchen. Sauces, mashed potatoes, green beans and mushrooms cooked in butter were placed on big, round plates next to the meat. Decanters and pitches with wine and other beverages were within arm’s reach. Rhobart, Ayla, and Milton sat at the same table as the Arch-Mage, the twins were yet to arrive. Kerra was lying at Rhobart’s feet, chewing a bone.

They all had their own thoughts for this meal, and even the delicious dishes on this big table were eclipsed. Occasionally, the crisp sound of chopsticks touching the dishes would be heard. Helen chewed on the food in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on Stacy. It was Stacy's turn to be the one who ate the best at the table. The dishes ordered by Harry were placed in front of Stacy, and Harry didn't eat a few mouthfuls himself, and he was helping her with the dishes. "He's treating her and Elvis like dead people?" He didn't care about the presence of outsiders at all.

His hand rested on Ella's shoulder. "Ready to eat?" I asked. "Starving," Ella said. Thomas nodded at me. "That was quite a declaration you made." "She deserved to be acknowledged." "Yes, she did." Thomas studied me. "Take care of her." "Always." The feast hall was chaos. Long tables overflowed with food. Roasted meats. Fresh bread. Vegetables and fruits. Desserts piled high. Barrels of wine and mead lined the walls. Wolves filled every available seat. Talking. Laughing. Celebrating.

And Ava, she moves with the second type of confidence. I wanted to know just what she's been through to be able to walk around like that. The table is set with all types of meals: Eggs, both hard-boiled and scrambled, bacon and pancakes so golden they look like they could be hung in the sky to replace the sun. A pitcher of orange juice sweats against the linen runner, next to a pot of dark coffee that sweeps the air with its essence. This does not look like just an ordinary table. It looks like a freaking feast meant for a king.

Such a silly game. She took a deep breath, adjusted her crown, made sure the jewelry on her were well placed then took another breath before entering the small hall where the feast was to be taken. The hall was heavily decorated with a big diamond chandelier. The table was made of silver and had rubies crested on each side of it but it wasn’t the table that was fascinating. It was the food on the table that was fascinating. Most of the food on the table was meat. Queen Octavia’s most preferred meal. Anything meat or flesh. There was a well-cooked pig with an apple in its mouth. Vegetables were used to garnish it.

Unexpectedly Harry walked in to the dining table which was already filled with various of his favorite dishes, also candles added to the romantic atmosphere of the evening and a heart-shaped cake as a symbol of love from Sarra. Sarra followed her then stood beside her, "These are all your favorite foods," said Sarra trying to cover a smile even though the alarm was already starting to appear. Harry didn't change his expression, his gaze was sharp as if he wanted to swallow his wife alive. Sara swallowed hard. Then unexpectedly Harry pulled the tablecloth until everything on the table scattered onto the floor making a loud noise. Prang Prang Prang Sarra reflexively backed up by covering her e

"Wow..." Siren almost dripped her saliva when she saw the delicious food served in the table. There are lots of different dishes both meats and seafoods. "Keep your mouth a distance. Your saliva will fall on the food." Jeff said, seeing her reaction with their little feast. The housekeeper cooked all the food that she asked her earlier. It's for Harry's recovery and a housewarming feast too. "Wow ... This is so much for the three of us!" Harry's eyes was full of amusement.