Hermione Granger Uniform Novels & Stories

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

After washing up and changing into cleaner clothes, I walk back to the dining room. Hermione joins me moments later, dressed in a pajama that catches my attention. The outfit accentuates her curves in all the right places, adding a cute touch to her appearance. The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating.

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

But I was surprised to see how well the uniform fit me, even though it had looked big before I wore it. "It’s enchanted. It takes the size of the person who wears it for the first time after the spell." Lana said from behind me. "Witches are amazing." I said, checking my uniform in the mirror. Our cupboards had separate mirrors for each of us, which made getting ready much quicker. The uniform was nice and I really liked it. It was a navy-blue checked blazer with light brown piping, gold buttons, and the academy’s emblem on the chest. Beneath the blazer was a white shirt with a red collar. Red was the symbolic colour of our house. The outfit was paired with a pleated navy skirt, black knee-h

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

“We’re here, Miss.” She was startled when she heard the driver’s voice and realised she had just been sitting and staring like an idiot. “Sorry. Thank you,” she mumbled, grabbing her handbag as she got out. There were students everywhere in the same uniform that she wore: black pleated skirts for the ladies and black trousers for the guys, white shirts, and they all had maroon blazers. She noticed, though, that the others had different-coloured trimmings around the lower sleeves of the blazers.

His strong arms in her waist preventing her fall. “Thank you...” she said with her head low in a shy tone. Unzipping the coat bag open, a clean frilly creme long-sleeve with a maroon skirt bellow the knee. it was the Hazal-Shual High uniform. *** Her thoughts about the scar. As she removes her shirt she is reminded of the mark that made her itch it was the imprint. But she held herself back from scratching it because it would make only get worse and more irritating. She wet a dry towel till damp and washed it carefully and not to forceful so she could replace the dressing.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

He was wearing a letterman jacket and blue jeans paired with black boots. "What are you wearing?" She demanded. "Clothes. Good morning to you too, Anu." He grinned at her. "I know they are clothes." She quipped. "But it's not your uniform." "I'm wearing the uniform." He pointed to the logo of the school on the left side of his jacket then proceeded to show her the words on his shirt front which read 'George Granger High School'. "You happy, uniform officer?" She lifted her nose in the air and turned away from him. "I'm upset with you." She told him.

While Jemmy the examination candidate was putting on a Pink and Purple Uniform gown which was to be worn by all the exam candidates for easy identification. She wore her Identity card on her neck with the rope attached to it, she was also wearing Pure white long socks and brown sandals. Her long ebony hair was well combed to her back, though part of the requirements was for the female students to pack their hairs up in a ponytail she was just too stubborn to follow the rules. She loved her being free and no one could tell her otherwise. She came out of the car and hugged her Dad, the latter embraced her tightly before releasing her from his embrace.