Harry Potter Ravenclaw Robes Novels & Stories

I said and he seemed to now remember. “You mean, a fabric from Ravenclaw of a man that was beheaded after insulting an alpha is what you're holding,” he asked and I nodded, living in Ravenclaw from birth, there was something I knew, every high lord and lady got to customize their clothing and looking at the background shiny white wool that was part of this blue fabric that added a shiny flare to the fabric, I knew only Pete or someone from his home had this sort of fabric. “So, this is revenge then?” Caleb announced and it hit me, Ryan was beheaded, just as Pete was.

Floral garlands lined the pillars. Candles flickered along the walls, casting a golden glow over the marble floor. The sound of murmurs gave way to silence as the large double doors at the front of the hall slowly opened. Raven walked in, regal and calm; her expression was unreadable…but her presence was unmistakable. Power clung to her like a second skin. She wore a deep violet gown that shimmered with threads of silver, her long dark hair cascading down her back. Beside her was Rowan, dressed in ceremonial armor, dark and polished, the silver crown of his station already resting in his hand.

The force of the blow threw his unhealed frame across the room, his back smashing into the wooden wardrobe with a sickening crack before he collapsed into the corner, groaning in agony as his shoulder wounds instantly tore open, soaking his white shirt in dark red blood. "Rohan..." I tried to scream, but the purple grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my voice entirely. Ravena stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes weren't the standard brown of a pack rogue anymore. They were burning with a brilliant, permanent purple fire that lit up the dark room, the raw, ancient power of the Rogue King rolling off her skin in thick, visible waves of

And I see this knowing that I hated being forced to dress identical to my brothers. The boys are in navy long shirts, sweaters, and a patchwork turkey with H and R's initials on its belly with khaki pants. The girls were in long-sleeved navy ruffled dresses with similar patchwork turkeys, but they have bows on the turkey’s head and their initials S and A on their individual dresses.

“You look like a great ancestor. “ Irene set a wreath of lunar flowers on our head attached to a gossamer veil before Raven gave her the bouquet of twenty-seven flowers. “Are you ready?” Raven asked, meeting her gaze. “I am.” Adolf looked in the mirror adjusting his white robes and cinching silver rope around his waist. “Ha, only you can make temple robes look that good!” He glanced at Henry through the mirror and grinned. “I hear the Raymond genes are very strong.” Henry laughed as Adolph turned back to his reflection. He liked this look a lot more than the formal, straight lines of his suit. There was something ancient and powerful about the look.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

“I am just a village girl, I have no understanding of magic, why would you ask me?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Was one answer the answer, or both?” he asked. “Both of us,” I decided. “Why would people seek entry to this place, if not for freedom or power?” He frowned but redirected his attention to the stair and our gradual climb. At the top, a robed figure waited us. The midnight blue fabric of the robes was embroidered around the sleeves, down the front closure, and around the hood that was pulled up casting the person’s face into such shadow I could only pick out a strong nose and stubble ringing a full lipped mouth. The robes reminded me of Rivyn’s cloak, except not so

RAVEN The maids dressed me in an elaborate silk robe inspired by the court's traditional designs. It was a soft, pale pink fabric draped heavily off my shoulders, exposing my collarbones and the upper part of my back. I scoffed mentally. Show off the marks, why don't we? Not like they don't already see the claiming mark, but now we had to show them the love bites too.

Pushing the rest of my clothes inside the suitcase, I turned around heaving it to my side. Before I took a single step forward I looked in the mirror by my door. My black hair was long, coming down to my waist. My eyes were a dark grey, my face was average, and a small smile found its way on my lips. I was wearing a magic resistant robe overtop my clothing, hiding away my outfit, the robe was dark black with gold runes sewn into the fabric it even had a hood which I had pulled over my head. The robe fell all the way to my feet, but wasn’t long enough that I would keep stepping on it. I wondered if I looked like a capable witch.

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.