Harry Potter Wardrobe Novels & Stories

"Hold on one second." I let go of his hand to examine the shirt, and it's the right size. Though knowing Harry, he'll probably outgrow it within a few months. The kid keeps shooting up like a weed, always needing new clothes faster than other kids his age. "This is perfect, isn't it? Now you can match with all your friends from school. We should get three just in case you love them a little too much, right? Or let’s get one in case you hate it? Harry, what do you⁠—"

Harry immediately shivered realizing his mother's sharp gaze. Harry quickly handed the clothes he was holding to the attendant who was serving them. "Pretty sister, I don't want this one, I don't want to choose anymore!" Harry said to the attendant. "Oh, okay, okay, little one, thank you for shopping at our boutique, please come back again next time!" said the attendant. "Mom, I'm done, I don't want to choose anymore!" Harry said to Julia. "Good, let's pay for what you've chosen!" said Julia, then turned to look at Lucas.

She spent hundreds of thousands on her clothes, yet she would like these regular-looking clothes? She was that innocent and easily pleased? Harry’s gaze grew murky with tangled emotions, though they were unnoticed. “Wear these to the village,” he said. “Don’t dress too expensively.” “Okay.” Dior had a smile on her face as she held onto the clothes he got for her tightly. Forget the village, as long as they were from him, she would wear them forever even though she had never worn anything cheap before… On that very evening, in Mount Village...

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.

I look to the side to see a black dress and a little baby suit hung up by the wardrobe, I sigh walking over taking it off the hanger, praying his mother wasn't as bad as he explained. An hour later I was stood in the bathroom fully ready just finishing getting Amelia done, I have to admit I don't like Anthony's decision making at all, but he did choose some good outfits for Amelia and me. I wore a back skater skirt dress with the sleeves stopping at my eyebrows, it was actually something I would choose to wear. I curled my hair so it hung just below my shoulders in nice waves, in my wardrobe I found some jewellery and heels, so I decided on a pair of black heels but not knowing where the jew

"He came back." Brooklyn chewed on her lip and guessed she must be in Harry's room. She climbed out from underneath the black silky sheets and padded over to the wardrobe, curiously opening it and peering inside Harry's personal belongings. "Black, grey, white, black, cream, black- Oh pink!" The flicked through his dismal coloured outfits and smirked when she spotted one of the only items of colour, a pink shirt. She couldn't help but think about how good he'd look in that pink shirt.

The wardrobe is a large wooden one, it has a variety of clothes but he goes for the most comfortable one. As I leave my chambers, I grab a casual shirt and pants from my wardrobe. My wardrobe is made of dark wood and has several compartments, each one filled with clothes that are suitable for different occasions. I usually wear casual clothing when I am not conducting pack business, as it is more comfortable. I grab a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black athletic pants, comfortable and easy to move in. I quickly put them on, and make my way out of the room to find out what is happening

But I definitely disliked him. He's arrogant. He likes to be dominant. He's annoyingly calm all the time. And far too aware of the effect he had on people. I finished my shower quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. Then I walked toward the wardrobe. When I opened it, my eyes widened. The wardrobe was enormous. Rows and rows of clothes filled the space. Blouses. Pants. Dresses. Shoes. Everything neatly arranged. It was divided into sections: office wear, casual wear, gym wear, evening wear, dinner wear.

Then, she shrugged and remarked nonchalantly, “Come on, I wore your shirt during the pool party last time in the Hamptons. It’s just a shirt anyway. What’s the big deal?” I frowned and threw back the covers to get out of bed while stating, “There are clean clothes for you in the wardrobe.” When I opened the wardrobe, my breathing suddenly stopped short. I saw my array of Tom Ford suits and Ralph Lauren shirts hung neatly in a row, all sorted by color. However, the other half of the collection of clothes that belonged to Arya, the beige Uniqlo cashmere sweaters and the navy blue business suits from J. Crew, were all gone. It felt as if a chunk of my flesh had been carved out.

Arosh asked him. "Why? What is the issue?" Harry glared. "I'm not prepared, I didn't fix what I will wear, you ought to have let me know the previous evening." Said Arosh. He murmured, "Assuming you don't have anything to wear we will simply purchase later." Said Harry. "What to purchase? No, I'm simply going to track down a dress here in my storeroom." Said Arosh. "Alright then." Said Harry. Arosh then, at that point, saw her garments, she showed it to Harry and Harry didn't like her dresses.