Harry Potter Wardrobe Novels & Stories

He wiped his hands on his pants, adjusted his glasses, and walked closer to her desk, looking at the floor. "Look at me, Harry," she smiled again, now more confidently, as if his nervousness was rekindling her dominant side. "You look different." She observed, realizing that he wasn't wearing one of his characteristic wool vests but just a white shirt and gray dress pants. "Is that b-bad?" He asked. When he was getting dressed, he remembered that she had told him he didn't look good in the vest, so he didn't wear one. He wanted her to find him attractive, after all! However, now he was unsure about his choice, as the vest was one of the elements that made him the shy, awkward, and nerdy guy

stale, with a strong rotten-egg odour. "Gross." He lurched toward a sleek, black wardrobe built into the wall. He yanked it open, praying for something, anything. Inside, a row of identical white dress shirts hung like soldiers in formation. Below them, rows of dark, bespoke suits. No color. No variance. Just a uniform of power. He grabbed a white shirt, his fingers trembling. He pulled it on. It was massive. The shoulder seams hung halfway down his biceps, and the hem hit his mid-thigh. He buttoned it with fumbling fingers, bringing the collar up to his chin.

Was he even trying to find me… or was Elera keeping him too distracted? Stop it. I shook my head hard and stood up. No use dwelling on that topic. Walking toward the wardrobe, I pulled it open. It was tall and made from the same carved wood as the door, with golden handles. The wardrobe was filled to the brim with different types of dresses. Silks, satins, casual and formal…neatly organized by color and fabric. Frowning slightly, I pulled out a simple yet elegant cream dress with silver embroidery at the hem. I turned to the mirror and held it against myself.

she teased, coming up the staircase gradually as I nodded with a smile. “Someone needs helping hands,” I teased. “Go, joor,” she remarked with a smile as we walked into the room. “Babe, don’t tell me you aren’t dressed yet?” Harry’s voice boomed from behind. I turned towards him; he was already dressed in a black suit with a touch of white and a red brooch, highlighting his handsomeness. “I’ll be ready before you know it,” I replied but paused when I noticed the bag he was holding. “What’s in the bag?”

The outfits and dresses she vetoed, I wouldn’t have worn to a battle, let alone walk around the castle in. Before long, I had a whole wardrobe to try on, consisting of evening gowns and short dresses. There was also workout clothes comprised of spandex, leather jeans, tank tops, leather jackets, a long, red formal coat, and a white one. That wasn’t even including the lingerie and casual wear. By the time they were finished, I was buffed and polished and felt like a queen. When she had nearly finished my hair, Heidi turned me away from the mirror. “I want you to be surprised when you see it.” She continued, enjoying her work a bit too much.

He opened the brown wardrobe door in front of him. Squeaks ... Thumbs! How surprised he was after seeing the contents of the large cupboard. Hundreds of women's clothes with different models and colors, neatly displayed. And strangely again, all the clothes fit in her tiny body. How did he know my dress size?! Henzie thought curiously. Could it be... ah! Vampires are really scary! Immediately, he ran into the walk-in wardrobe and changed his clothes. It didn't take long, he came back out of the wardrobe room, then he walked to the bed.

Creepy says he does not advise, I am young and vulnerable, and many would take advantage of me. Mr. Creepy gives me a leather bag, it contains a soft gray dressing gown, and black cloak with green and gold leaves embroidered along the edge, and leather lace up boots. The boots look enchanted, like something elves made with ancient leaves. I am somewhat taken back by the quality of the items, there is also a small bag of what looks like toiletry items.

Charlotte heard what he said and turned around to look at him, saying, "Okay." She walked up to the transparent wardrobe and brazenly looked at all of Leandro's clothes. Leandro's clothes were mostly black and white. In the main wardrobe, there were dozens of neatly hung custom-made suits. The side cabinet had regular clothes hanging, and there were so many ties that it looked like a department store, overwhelming Charlotte's eyes. There is also a cabinet on the side specifically for storing cufflinks and collar clips, and the exquisite cufflinks alone are worth a fortune just by looking at them.

One thing I’ve noticed is that France isn’t really big on closets; they tend to put everything in wardrobes. Inside the piece of furniture, shirts and jackets dangle from hangers. JP reaches through them, presses three spots on the wooden back, and it swings inward. Impossible – the wardrobe is standing against the wall. Which means the wardrobe’s back compartment is opening into the wall. “Is that a secret compartment?!” “Oui. Go, go!” I step up into the big wooden box and then stumble through the rear, the backpack dangling off my shoulder. I feel like Lucy from the book The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe. Except I don’t think I’m going to be meeting any fauns on the other side.

“Ta-da! See for yourself. This is your room. Everything in here belongs to you.” I stepped inside cautiously, suspicion clouding my curiosity. The space was breathtaking, a realm of luxury that felt almost otherworldly. Rich fabrics, gleaming furniture, and tasteful decorations surrounded me. I approached the wardrobe slowly and pulled the doors open. Inside hung rows of stunning clothes, some delicate and flowing, others daringly short. There were even dresses adorned with jewels that sparkled like stars. “There’s another wardrobe just for accessories,” Drusilla added with a smug grin.