Harry Potter Wardrobe Novels & Stories

I watched it for a while and tried to calculate how many days I could survive this before something gave way. Six. Maybe seven. Then I got up because sitting wasn't going to fix anything and opened the wardrobe to hang my jacket. I went still. The wardrobe was full. Not Lyra's things. Not anything transferred from a hotel room. Clothes hanging in neat rows — dresses, blouses, tailored blazers, trousers — all with tags attached, all recently purchased. I pushed through them slowly, checking labels, checking cuts. My size. Not Lyra's. Mine.

He had been so decisive that he told Liora that he definitely knew about her parents plans and he obviously wasn’t on board. Liora chuckled as walked deeper into the massive bedroom slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floors. This room had always been extravagant, but now it looked even more extravagant because of the newly delivered wardrobe lining the walls. She opened, stared at the wardrobe and stared at the dresses again. Most of them were silk, sequins and hand embroidered gowns that heiresses like her fought over to grab. Her grandfather truly moved fast. A small amused laugh escaped her lips as she grabbed her phone. She stepped backward slightly to capture the wardr

"Forget it. I'm afraid that we'll have a dispute again. In fact, I can't figure it out. Ethan is a selfish person, and she should understand." "Don't think about it. Do you want to change your clothes? We'll have a New Year's Eve dinner later." Harry deliberately diverted her attention. "By the way, I bought you clothes, and you can try to wear them." She let go of Harry, put on slippers, opened the bag on the bed, and took out the suit. "I think it suits you very much, so I bought it." Harry's clothes were customized abroad. All year round, he didn't have to go to the shopping mall to buy clothes. There was his size, and he would send them over every season.

It looked like a boutique had exploded in my bedroom. ​"Young Madam? Are you awake?" ​A small, nervous-looking girl peeked her head through the door. She looked young, maybe twenty, with dark eyes. ​"I’m awake," I said, sitting up. "What is all this?" ​The girl stepped inside, "Young Master August had these delivered this morning. He picked them all out himself, ma'am. He said you need a wardrobe befitting a Harrington." ​I stood up, I pulled a shimmering slip dress from a bag. I couldn't help but smile, a small, fragile thing.

"You see that? From now on, that is your everyday clothing. You can find sandals inside the wardrobe." "B-but... that's just a bathrobe..." Sally whispered. "It's not a bathrobe. It's an enchanted robe made from fine and thick wool. It will protect you from the elements and the excessive energy of the graveyard. The wardrobe contains dozens of those in different colors. In the wardrobe, you will find basic necessities like toothbrushes, shampoo, soaps, deoderants and razors. If you need to charge your phone, we got you a new charger and there are two outlets in this cell. One near the bed and the other near the heater."

"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.

A planter box beneath the window holds soft, feathery green plants, adding warmth and life to the otherwise natural and structured space. Harper looks around the room, astonished by how beautifully it was decorated and how neat it was. She quietly went to use the toilet and then washed her hands after. She looked in the mirror at her messy auburn hair, keenly aware of how naked she was. Not wanting to go to the living room and put on her clothes that she wore yesterday, she quietly went over to Olivers’ dark-painted build in wardrobe. The wardrobe has a classic panel design with recessed rectangular panels on each door, painted in a deep charcoal tone. She reached for the small round brass k

She mumbled as she finally decided to search for something to wear from the wardrobe of Alpha Lorcan. She moved towards the sliding door of the wardrobe as she slid it open, her mouth opened in surprise, “It is not just a cupboard but a room full of clothes like a showroom.” She went inside as she scanned the clothes and accessories which were in that huge wardrobe. “I’m sorry Alpha, I’m borrowing something to wear from your luxurious wardrobe.” She said as if Alpha Lorcan was present there and reached to grab a shirt and sweatpants. She buttoned the shirt and rolled the waistband of the sweatpants four times as it was too long for her.

"Are you planning to go out dressed like that?" Marguerite asked Harry. The young wolf turned his head toward her as he pulled the long black hooded cloak of the Council over his shoulders. He wore simple black cotton pants, and his leather combat boots were weary over them. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

When I’m satisfied that the room is impenetrable, I make my way to the closet and choose the shirts that look the most expensive in Bhyron’s wardrobe. “Five thousand dollars?!” I exclaim, gaping at the price tag on one of the designer white shirts. “It better be made from heavenly silk.” I add it to the pile. Bhyron’s wardrobe is probably the most organized I’ve ever seen. His shirts are sorted in colours and even his suits are colour themed. Next, I select a handful of suits and expensive underwear. I pack up everything and dump them in the middle of the room, then I add a couple of blankets.