Charis
After leaving Slater's room, the bell rang for dinner.
Since arriving at Ravenshore, this was practically the first time I would be eating in the main dining hall—I'd been surviving on the food Slater provided in his room.
The dining hall was buzzing with noise, laughter and the clinking of silverware when I stepped inside. It was my first time here, and it felt oddly warm. It was a massive hall with vaulted ceilings, long chandeliers and rows of wooden tables that could seat hundreds of students at once.
To the far right of the room was a buffet line that looked like it belonged in the Alpha King's palace. There were steaming trays of seasoned meats, fresh vegetables, mashed roots, fruit platters, desserts and even a chocolate fountain that sat like a crown jewel at the end.
Uniformed servers stood behind each section, smiling politely at each student who approached.
