Hermione Granger Uniform Novels & Stories

Hera muttered while shaking her head. Mira moved beside Judiel and gave me a deadpan stare. “Nothing about her seems good.” “I don’t like her aura.” Ginny added. “Can someone explain it to me clearly why is she a nightmare or something?” Jeremy asked – seems like he came late for the tea. “Come here, babe. Let me tell you.” Hera teasingly pulled Jeremy to the side and they whispered to each other. “If she’s wearing our uniform, then it means she’s a student here. You don’t think she’s the type of a person who’d wear uniform out of whim.” Mira said that made me sigh loudly.

It is the school's policy to know who arrives on time and who is always late. When I entered the campus, I was greeted by my friends Azure, Yūgen, Hygge, Meraki and Axis. There is no difference in the uniform of boys and girls. We were both wearing a dark blue gown called 'Mist'. It is long up to the ancle. It also has a loose sleeve that covers your entire arm. It has a gold lining. And you'll also notice the school brand on the upper left side of the uniform gown. It says 'Metanoia High' with a torch and blue flame for the logo.

“Why? Is anything wrong with the way I dress? I can dress myself up just fine.” “Oh, no, I never said you couldn’t dress yourself. I only said I wanna dress you up for it, because I don’t want to go to a party with Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. If I want that to happen, then I’ll let you go with me like this.” She said, referring to my favourite movie character. “Hey!” I argued, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hermione, she is smart, intelligent, hot, fucking pretty and a very brilliant lady!” I added, defending my favourite character while Nicole only rolled her eyes.

As I finish brushing my teeth, I pick my thick shoulder length, black hair in a high bun. I observed myself in the mirror, I have a regular brown eye that sometimes look like melting chocolate in the light. I am damn slim my curves that I can't stand and a flat tummy that doesn't seems to appear to at least prove have eaten. My hair is healthy and natural but a huge pain in an ass. I sigh and go to my closest to get my new uniform!!!. we have to wear a white buttoned down shirt, a disgusting plaid skirt, and a tie.

Like everyone in the room, Granger was also wearing a black outfit–he was mourning with them for the death of Herald. He looked like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders. This was a different kind of Granger they used to know. Granger did look like he was having it hard to cope with Herald’s death, his former ally. He stood on the doorway as his eyes met Georgia’s first, then to Lily, and to Hazel at last–as if he was asking for permission to come inside.

Sorrow and anger, a dichotomy of madness with thoughts on such far sides of the spectrum there was no inbetween. I took my place across from the podium clearly marked on the wall. Then I turned. It was then that I saw her. The untarnished uniform she wore was soaked, turning the once-brilliant gold to a dark brown. Her hair hung in wet clumps around her face, sodden and framing the thin features that had once looked so beautiful.

she whined again as she lay her head against the door. “Get dressed. I had Rhee Min-Jun’s maids lay your uniform on the dresser and your shoes are waiting in the shoe room.” “Fine,” she replied. She turned to see the uniform. She quickly changed then examined it. The top was a dark blue blazer with a white shirt beneath it and the tan skirt hovered above her knees. Her socks reached just below her knees and had a white streak at the top. She began to wonder about the shoes as she ran a brush through her hair.

She recollected that she had been in a rush before and took the shirt uniform on the clothesline and she didn't take a gander at this is a result of the rush. "That's what how is? I can't wear it, since there is a name on the back." She escaped the vehicle and searched for Fanky, when she saw her, she promptly called her. "Hello, Fanky!" she called. "Goodness why? For what reason aren't you dressed at this point?" Fanky inquired. "Along these lines." And Arosh showed the uniform she was conveying and she saw Harry's name on its rear. Fanky snatched her mouth in shock.

Jiniya started to walk forward as their classes were about to start, Lyon followed her from behind while Metoki walked with so much caution as he did not want more consequences. They arrived at the main entrance of the Academy’s main building where a woman with dark brown hair and light brown skin was standing, a notebook and a pen checking one by one of those who entered the building, Her uniform was composed of a white long-sleeve with a ribbon on its collar overlapped by coat that had the same color of the cloud in the sky, along with a skirt that reached her knees, a pair of black shoes partnered with black stockings. It was the same clothes that Jiniya was wearing but with no stockings,

It didn't just scream confidence; it shouted sovereignty. I smoothed the front of my Ignis Red tunic. The Aetherion uniform was a masterpiece of supernatural elitism - a sharp, tailored red blazer with gold military-style frogging that made me look more like a commander than a student. I had customized mine, naturally. Underneath the pleated black mini-skirt, I wore pitch-black skin tights that shimmered with faint defensive runes, tucked into obsidian black stiletto boots. The heels were sharp enough to serve as secondary weapons, which in this school they probably were, clicking against the marble with the rhythm of a firing squad.