Harry Potter Wardrobe Mga Nobela at Kwento

Annie was busy checking them out, thinking he had gotten them for her. "This is beautiful" Annie exclaimed again. It only made Harry more angry. He had kept those things in his wardrobe, Annie must have went to his wardrobe for her to see the dresses and he hates it when people toy with his personal things. "Annie!" He called. His voice wasn't calm and harsh neither. Annie paused from trying on the vermilion colored dress she held. "It's beautiful, you got them for me right?" She chuckled and went ahead to try the dress on. It wasn't her size.

I close the door behind me and look around, the hugest room I've ever been in. The vast room has a king-sized bed in the middle. A three-seater brown sofa set on the adjacent wall, a coffee table and a dressing mirror full of so many items, you might think it's a woman's room by how neat it is. I look around it and there is nothing out of place, now how will I even find the wand. I think it's in the walk in closet, I enter, and I only find clothes, shoes, jeez! he has wallets of every color, and watches OMG he really loves dressing up?

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

I brush my teeth twice, trying to remove it, but it lingers like a memory I can't quite shake. Clean and marginally more alert, I face the wardrobe that mysteriously knows my size and style preferences. The "magic wardrobe," as I've mentally dubbed it, has been replenishing itself daily since my arrival. Each morning, fresh clothes appear—all perfectly tailored, all in colors that complement my complexion and heterochromatic eyes. It's thoughtful, intrusive, and more than a little suspicious.

He wanted to leave but he stopped and turned to Hazel. “Did you bring does boxes in here?” He asked for Hazel to gasp. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to, I will take them… “ I didn’t ask why you bring them in here, Did you bring them in here?” He looks at Hazel who quickly nods. “The wardrobe is not for keeping items, ask Grace to take them to the attic,” he said and walked out for Hazel to sigh. “Goodness,” she whispered holding her forehead. Hazel looked around at the dresses and wondered what to wear. She opened the pack of new dresses the maids brought in a few days ago and she saw a beautiful yellow gown. It’s very simple and it was to the kneel having an off-shoulder neck.

I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its sheer size, almost as large as the bedroom itself. One side was his, filled with nothing but black and white attire, lacking any vibrant colors. On the other side of the wardrobe, I found an array of evening gowns and formal dresses, stuffed into every available space. Among them were simpler options, more suited for lounging around at home in comfort. On the opposite side, there were sweaters, blouses, jeans, and skirts, offering a more casual selection for everyday wear.

"Well? Make a choice." Ivy eyed the dresses, each one looking more expensive than the last. She could feel his gaze on her, waiting. With a quiet breath, she reached for the simplest one—but Harry snatched a different gown from the pile. "This one," he said, holding up a sleek, midnight-blue dress. "Short. Fitted and Perfect." Ivy's fingers curled at her sides, but she bit back a response. There was no point arguing. Not with him. Something in Ivy snapped.

I said as my hand opened the three-door white wardrobe. The wardrobe was now filled with clothes I had never seen or worn before. They were smaller than my size, so I assumed they all actually belonged to Lorraine. Expensive dresses, thick warm sweaters, and bags in various colors seemed like props meant only to please the Alpha. There was nothing I could wear. “For what? Besides, if we get married, you won’t be staying here anymore,” Gabriel shrugged. “What about Harlow? And Jack?” I asked as I closed the wardrobe door.

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

"I know humans prefer warmth over stone and iron. I tried to make it feel like a sanctuary..." "It is perfect," I said softly, turning to face her. "Thank you, Celeste." Her face lit up with radiant joy. She hurried over to a set of carved wooden doors on the far side of the room and pulled them open. "And look here! Malcolm and I had the finest tailors in Ravenshire City send over their entire collection. Everything a young lady could ever need!" I walked into the walk-in wardrobe, my eyes sweeping over the rows of high-end, tailored leather jackets, silk gowns, and combat-ready dark armor. My gaze caught the discrete golden insignia stitched into the lining of a dark velvet cloak hanging i