<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>2022 Welcome Feast</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 01/09/22 - 7:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to any and all <br/><strong>Content:</strong> Settling in, Lots of Food<br/><strong>Post Rate:</strong> Free, open between players<br/></div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/a2/b3/66a2b37ecb5c0f8d9defe1e693690a0e.png)</div><br/>After being ushered in to the school the students made their way to the great hall. Even the tallest among them were vastly dwarfed by the towering ceilings. Along one wall a great display was hanging, flags of each house centering around the Sword of Gryffindor and mementos of the victory of good in the Battle of Hogwarts. Along the other great glass windows let moonlight filter in adding a slight silver hue to the warm orange tones of countless floating candles that flickered in the air, hovering of their own accord atop little black trays thawt caught spilt wax.<br/><br/>The tables were very long, seating dozens upon dozens at each as they stretched out into the vast room where a set of steps led up to the horizontally arranged head table. Already seated many members of staff were comfortable, including the headmistress who sat with remarkable posture as her keen eyes looked over the new students and she gave a wry but kindly smile to any who looked up and caught her gaze.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for all to find their places, the tables still barren as the older years all dutifully upheld their promise to one another and the staff to keep the mystery alive until the food was unveiled. For now chatter still filled the air right up until Ivory stood, slowly, gently tapping her spoon against the side of her glass until all eyes were on her. Her slight smile widened and she paused for a moment before raising her hands in a loving, traditional tribute to the ever-memorable brevity of the man who did more for the school than any other. "Let the feast, begin!" She enthused, speaking with a firm, eloquent but warm tone.<br/><br/>With that, it did. The food was unveiled and the air immediately filled with the scent of dozens of traditional dishes. Great roasted chickens, hogs and joints of beef appeared upon tables alongside bowls of perfectly roasted, crisp potatoes. Jugs of gravy filled to near-overflowing and almost bubbled with warmth as their rich notes joined the other food in the air. Even the vegetables were remarkable, larger and almost certainly more vibrant than those of the muggle world they were each cooked to perfection and piping hot.<br/><br/>Of course, there were side dishes upon side dishes, too. Pumpkin pastries, freshly baked bread with thick crust and soft center, piles of thick, juicy pork sausages, golden almost glowing corn on the cob, arrangements of fruit that looked fit to burst with deep flavourful juices and arrangements of cheeses to numerous to count let alone name.<br/><br/>Not just food but drink, too. Large jugs of refreshing spring water from the nearby mountains joined darker, richer tones of fresh-squeezed juice, an array of bottled, corked red wines and even local butterbeer. There was little that couldn't be found if one looked hard enough and a dozen options to hand with another dozen more to each side well within reach to be passed along.<br/><br/>Along with all of that came the places set, too. with napkins and beautiful ornate silverware along with all the cutlery one might need for an altogether excessive feast and a large, spotless plate to set all the food one's hungry eyes took a fancy to upon. While before the voice of Headmistress Shrike had quieted the room it was now instead the distraction of such a vast amount of food that stopped most conversation save for a few surprised individuals who were newer coming to terms with another small taste of what magic could do.