Hermione Granger Costume Adults Novels & Stories

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 barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

Perfect. With my dark hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of my head, I add a pair of white socks and clunky black shoes better suited for jeans and step back to admire my costume. I look like I'm attending a Westboro Baptist Church meeting, which is exactly what I'm going for in this getup. My granny Coke-bottle glasses complete the ensemble. I have a feeling my dragon date will run straight back to his realm when he gets an eyeful of me. Good riddance.

My make-up is represents Grinch—even though it’s not Christmas—while my attire is a shimmering black sleeveless gown with zigzag hems, which I top it with a woolen green shawl draped on my shoulders and a pair of green glittering wedge shoes to match. I don’t have much jewelries on simply because aunt Mellow and I have this thing in common where jewelries make us feel uncomfortable. Mine is especially because I sweat a lot. Out in the reception hall, there’s a rich crowd, all dressed in their own fashion and wearing their own figurative make-up. Some have on animal makeups like cats, some have on symbolic makeups, and others have on paranormal makeups like vampires, werewolves, dragons, elve

“You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.” If only she knew how close to the truth she was. I took the hanger from her hands and examined the costume. It was all made in black and red lace, with a corset that pushed the breasts up and a short skirt that barely covered anything. The intimate part was completely open, a detail that made me involuntarily squeeze my thighs. It came with a headband of ornamental black horns, curved and shiny. “This is so wrong.” I murmured. “It’s so right.” Jess corrected. “And there’s more.”

The costumes handed out by the headmistress were as dark and twisted as the event itself — from witches, harlequins, ravens, and demons, the assortment of macabre disguises created an atmosphere of dread and foreboding. The headmistress herself was even dressed as the Grim Reaper, her skeletal costume a perfect match for her role as orchestrator of the night's events. They seemed designed to conceal identity while hinting at something hidden, something that stirred the blood. I felt a thrill of fear as I slipped the robe over my shoulders and pulled the hood low over my face. I could barely make out the features of the strangers around me, now my fellow players in this mysterious game. As I

There were students who dressed up as musketeers, as a king, as Queen Elizabeth, Dracula, someone dressed up as Olaf, angel, a Princess in a huge ball gown, a fairy, Mario and Luigi a damn marshmallow and a whole lot more which were so much to think about. I see Avery, dressed up as a slutty-looking Elsa from Frozen and I didn’t know Elsa had that kind of a provocative dress. It suited her though because of her blond hair that matches Elsa on the movie and she looked absolutely shimmering all over with all the glitter on. Her circle of friends looked expensive and wore really amazing costumes which transformed themselves into the characters they were copying. Martha laughs, “There’s even som

Perfect. With my dark hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of my head, I add a pair of white socks and clunky black shoes better suited for jeans and step back to admire my costume. I look like I'm attending a Westboro Baptist Church meeting, which is exactly what I'm going for in this getup. My granny Coke-bottle glasses complete the ensemble. I have a feeling my dragon date will run straight back to his realm when he gets an eyeful of me. Good riddance.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

Students are dressed in elaborate costumes, their laughter mixing with the haunting melody of the music that fills the air. I look at Cassidy and Luna already making their way deep into the hall, dancing with other friends, screaming with joy and savoring the happiness that has enveloped the entire atmosphere. Cassidy is dressed as a wolf, her costume perfectly complementing her natural magical abilities, while Luma has chosen to be a witch fairy, her ethereal beauty enhanced by the glittering wings attached to her back. I smile at them and shake my head, feeling like an outsider looking in at a world I'm not supposed to be part of right now.