Romans & histoires Hogwarts Legacy Great Hall

Especially about the great hall. "I know a lot of you are wondering how this pack will be able to accommodate, hundreds of thousands of other packs. It is possible. This great hall was not dubbed that just for fun. It is indeed a great hall. In ancient times, This used to be the dwelling of Her Majesty right there. I was her pet. Story for another day." "When the universe attained the desirable balance, she retreated. Through her powers, she reduced the size. This whole is thirty stories below the ground. It should suffice till the war subsides.

And I fucking mean it. “Take me to the dinning room, Molly.” I said to her and she bowed slightly before turning to walk away, while I trailed behind her. I was already wondering how long it would be until we got to the dinning room, but we finally got there. I've seen big houses, but never in my life have I come across a house as big as this. I can't begin to imagine the hectares of lands that were used in building this. Even my mother's house was big, but trust me, it was nothing compared to Julian's house.

He didn't ask a single question. He simply removed his own heavy, white wolf-pelt cloak and wrapped it tightly around both of us. "You're home now," his voice was low and gravelly. I didn't respond. Clutching Gale, I walked straight through the grand hall and toward the deepest part of the castle: the ice vault. It was freezing here, a place where the royal family stored its most precious magical ingredients. I gently laid Gale on a platform of frosted crystal. He lay there peacefully, like a snow sprite who would never wake up.

I replied, but his admiration through the mate bond made me feel more confident than my words suggested. "You look like what you've always been," he corrected. "Royalty that was hidden, not created." The Great Hall of Ironhold was magnificent: soaring ceilings supported by carved pillars, tapestries depicting the history of the Northern Claws, and a massive fireplace that could have housed a small cabin. At the far end, Magnus's throne sat atop a raised dais, with additional chairs arranged for honored guests. As we took our positions, the great doors opened to admit the Covenant delegation.

“Very well. I’ll stay with them.” I paused, narrowing my eyes. “Make sure Andy doesn’t sneak into any locked sections of the library. He’s too curious for his own good.” Estelle gave me a knowing look. “He already tried. I redirected him.” I smirked. “Of course you did.” Then I turned toward the main corridor and made my way to the center of the great hall where the marble floor met a seam in the stonework—a natural focal point of energy that pulled from the nexus beneath us. A perfect anchor for a portal.

"They will see the mark on your neck, and they will know better than to question my decision." We reached the massive set of double oak doors at the bottom of the stairs. Two elite guards in gleaming black armor bowed low and pulled the doors open, revealing the immense expanse of the Great Hall. The room was vast, lit by dozens of grand iron chandeliers hanging from high stone arches. Long wooden tables stretched across the polished floor, packed with hundreds of off duty royal guards, palace staff, and high ranking military commanders eating, drinking, and laughing loudly. The moment Malakor stepped through the threshold with me at his side, the roaring noise in the hall died instantly.

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In fact, it could be compared to a baby’s skin, so pale, so soft, and so milky. “Hurry! The orientation’s about to start,” said Reigna the moment she opened the challenger’s door. The path that led to the Great Hall was so large it could fit two arenas in it. There were about three pale tents erected in each of its corners, a crest painted just above the circular hole in its front. In front of these stood a castle-like building, with ten turrets, reaching about a hundred meters high. Noises registered in Blame’s ears as they walked past the first tent. The voices were unfamiliar, but they seemed to be having a good time talking with each other, catching up with their month of being away, and

“I want to show you the Great Hall and the gardens before we settle you into the guest wing.” The interior was even more breath-taking. The Great Hall featured vaulted ceilings with exposed beams and a fireplace large enough to stand in. Hand-woven tapestries depicting the history of the Silver Moon lined the walls, and the floor was polished marble that reflected the light from the massive iron chandeliers. Leo ran ahead, his small feet echoing on the stone, his fear seemingly forgotten in the face of such grandeur. Silas stayed close to me, his hand hovering near the small of my back, never quite touching but always there.

And that only made Harry sigh, he then took my hand and walked quickly. Kirey and Harry entered into one of the rooms which was quite large, usually, the building would be used if they had a public lecture like this time. The room was already quite crowded, with several students also having public classes. Harry and Kirey took seats in the back, the goal being to make them comfortable. Only Kirey is comfortable, the girl will look for a strategic position during lectures. It means a strategic sitting location so that the lecturer does not appoint it when there are questions or something. The important thing for Kirey is to find safety and comfort. After they sat down, not long after that mor