Albus Dumbledore Robes Novels & Stories

This school would never fall again. Caps were discarded, and stiff gowns were replaced with the ceremonial robes we had made for ourselves. Some of them were pristine and new, woven by the Everley witches in deep blues and silvers, black, and ember reds. Others were ragged, charred, bloodstained, and proudly worn anyway. I spotted a freshman with a large tear mended across one shoulder and a girl from Lucien’s alchemy class who still had burn marks on the sleeve from when she’d pulled a friend from the library rubble.

I saw Draco and Albert both coming back to their senses upon hearing my word…. “Ahhe… yes.. yes…we should get going..” Draco suddenly replied with cheeky smile of his…and moved out of house with Albert beside him… in meantime I checked their outfit and I must saw Albert had groomed up well… he was looking elegant and royal in his midnight blue colored suit gown which was coated with detailed golden colored design… while Draco… he looked way more handsome then he was in his green colored tunic cotton shirt and cream.. Colored trouser and high boots…

It was courage born from surviving something worse. Later that afternoon, Bobby entered Rowena's room carrying several neatly folded garments. He laid them carefully across the bed. Silk. Fine embroidery. The kind of clothing expected inside the Grand Alpha Assembly. "I got these from the manor wardrobe." Rowena looked at them. "They're beautiful." "They'll help." She smiled gently. "They'll help me look like someone I'm not." Bobby sighed. "Rowena..." "They expect noblewomen to dress like this." "I know."

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

The robes are made of a soft, lightweight material that allows the skin to breathe and remain cool, even in warm temperatures. The physician's robe is slightly more elaborate, with intricate gold embroidery running along the hemline and sleeves. The embroidery depicts symbols of healing and protection, representing the physician's expertise and dedication to his craft. His robe is also adorned with a thick, gold belt that cinches at the waist, giving him a more formal and authoritative appearance.

I had an uneasy feeling; I never received gifts, and whatever it was couldn’t be good. “From the Alpha,” Alice said, dipping her head low in something that resembled an awkward bow. “You can open it,” I mumbled, tugging at the ends of my hair. “O-okay.” She pulled off the ribbon as I studied myself in the mirror, glancing at her reflection. The top of the box came off, and a bunch of light blue fabric sat inside. Alice pulled it out and smiled at me, holding up a long dress. The fabric was overlaid in gossamer and embroidered patterns that were seared in my brain. I fought the nausea that rolled through me.

The oldest hobo, Al said to Phileous. "You mean, my armour will draw people's attention?" Phileous sought clarification. "Yes and the police might also be tempted to have a word with ya so you best take that off," Al said. "What will I be clad in then?" The Kingsguard asked. "There's some pile of clothes by the pillars. Find whatever fits and wear that," Al told him.

They reached class, and got to meet their second teacher of the day. It was a man with dark grey hair and big onyx eyes. He was wearing a dark purple robe with white underneath. The robe looked fancy looking, with the pattern of vines and a pair of dark purple ribbons on each side of its upper arm. There were also two long yellow straps like cloth on each of his shoulders that added a bit of light into his appearance. His face was sharp, but there were two bags under his eyes that signifies he was up late at night too often.

"Wait here" one man said as they left, shutting the door behind them, there was a desk in the room, on one side was a normal wooden chair, probably meant for me, on the other side was a wooden chair with red velvet like fabric covering the seat and back, it could be a throne, there were books on the desk as well as a green lamp. A man appeared behind me, and made me jump, "Oh, I do apologise child, didnt mean to startle you" the man was wearing a Severus Snape like robe, only the underside was red, and the outside was black, he had brown hair, gelled down.

He only wished that something good would happen soon. The next morning, the alpha was startled awake by the slamming of his door. Albus bagged in with a box of sugary cereal. "Good morning alpha!!," he joked , sauntering over the bed to take a seat. Legolas growled at the intrusion. But Albus didn't seem to mind as he happily munched away on the frosted flakes. Albus had been one of Legolas high school friends growing up and didn't seem to get affected by the alpha voice. Nor did he listen to any commands he didn't want to. Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food.