Harry Potter Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

It would learn real quick not to underestimate me. The N.O.V.A. pinged again. Orientation Countdown: 13 hours. Uniform ready. Portal transport at 8:30 AM sharp. I glanced at my black uniform hanging on the closet door. Midnight silk. Silver stitched collar. High waisted skirt with stockings. I touched it gently, then looked back at the packet, rereading each house again. Warrior wolves. Aristocratic shadows. Fire born rebels. Poison wielding masterminds. I had no memories. No family I could remember. No idea what house I belonged to. But the castle did.

She disappeared out of the door. I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding into. I went back to my room and took out all of my savings. "This might be enough for everything as long as I they're cheap!" I murmured. I decided to go to buy uniforms, both from virelade and St helia. Virelade Academy uniform was an elegant black trousers white shirt and dark blue blazer with a maroon tie. While St helia was a matching maroon short skirt and a blazer without a tie

"First day of classes! Aren't you excited?" "Thrilled," I muttered, dragging myself to the small bathroom attached to our room. The uniform waiting in our wardrobe was a surprise. I'd expected something traditional, conservative. Instead, it was modern and form-fitting—black pants, a crimson silk shirt, and a black blazer with the academy crest embroidered in silver thread. A wolf and a human, circling each other eternally. "We look amazing," Sophie gushed, admiring herself in the mirror. "Like we actually belong here."

As Arosh and Fanky stood, Stevent saw them and let Harry know this. "Harry, that is Arosh." Arosh and Fanky pointed simultaneously and Harry glanced what direction Stevent was pointing. He didn't reconsider and moved toward Arosh. As he strolled, Harry removed his uniform and the understudies shuddered when they saw Harry's sculpted physique. Arosh out of nowhere felt anxious as Harry moved toward her as he was half stripped. At the point when Harry was before her, he immediately grabbed the uniform she was conveying and traded it for her uniform.

I adjusted the books I had in hand as I began my way towards the designated classroom. Students filled the hallways now, flowing in loose clusters, some laughing too loudly, others walking with practiced confidence as though they already belonged here. Their uniforms were tailored, bearing family sigils embroidered in fine thread of gold, silver, deep blues and greens. First years weren't getting their uniform till the end of today, forcing me to strut with my black flay skirt, blue shirt that matched with my shoes and black leather jacket. Through it all, I felt painfully aware of myself.

I murmured and stretched my arms and grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom. After taking a bath, Lucy helped me wear my uniform and to get ready. Our school's uniform is a gray pleated skirt that is six inches higher than my knees, a white short-sleeved polo, a neck-tie with a plain silver neck-tie clip and a Denim coat with golden buttons and outlines, two pockets and the school's emblem. I wore white socks that almost reaches my knees and a Chanel Simon loafer shoe. Honestly, I do like my uniform since it compliments my natural beauty. Heh.

"Mey! You look gorgeous!" I looked down at my dress and smiled. "Thanks!" Unlike my other friends who were totally okay with wearing short dresses, I wore a long white dress and topped it up with an open sweater. I actually had no problem wearing short dresses, but my parents would never allow me to do that. They were quite conservative. My parents did not allow me to wear sleeveless shirts, skirts, and shorts. Well, we, Asians, always tried our best to avoid showing too much skin, anyway. If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

He started seeing how eager they were to leave. Hakeem's observation suddenly made them realize how oblivious they were to their dressing. The uniform for Ketu high's girls was a white shirt, a deep red checkered skirt, and a tie topped with a black blazer. Veronica and Grace looked at each other with stupid expressions on their faces, wondering why they didn't think of how stupid it was running around with a dead body in their uniform. "He's right, we have to change. Come on." Veronica said and started to the stairs.