Hermione Granger Wardrobe Novels & Stories

If I rejoin them, they will most likely torment me even more than they already have. “What the heck is this?” Hermione’s eyes were getting a scarlet color as she looked at us when she abruptly came into the room. Blake fell to the floor, and my strap was still in my arms. I put it on my shoulder, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The enormous jerk who always has the attitude that she is entitled. “What have you done!?” she yelled as she entered the room wearing the dress that Kade had given me, slammed the door shut, and even locked it.

Aaron would be by my side. "Girl, I can't tell you how excited I am for you!" Emma gushed, almost twice as excited as I was. "You look stunning! I'm fainting!" I stood in front of the mirror in my dressing room, wearing a light and shimmering blue dress that the witches had given me as a gift. It was embroidered with silver threads that caught the light and sparkled like stars. My hair was styled in loose waves, my makeup minimal with a touch of pink on the lips.

Pens, unused. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. She rose and crossed to the wardrobe, pulling it open inch by inch. The scent of cedar wafted out, mingling with the faint medicinal air. Rows of suits hung neatly, their pockets empty. Shoes polished to a mirror shine lined the bottom. She bent down, pressing her hands along the floorboards. Nothing. Her chest tightened. She pulled open the wardrobe’s smaller drawers. Handkerchiefs. Cufflinks. A neatly folded silk tie. All perfectly ordinary.

“I own like… four things.” Seyla snorts. “One of them has blood on it.” “That’s not the point.” I eye the growing pile suspiciously. A dark green dress. A black skirt. Several tops. Jewelry. Gods. Actual jewelry. “Where did all this come from?” Lyra starts sorting through the pile. “Girls from our dorm.” she replies with a shrug. “What?”

Her heartbeat quickens. “Freya?” she calls, expecting her morning maid to answer from the dressing room. Silence answers her. Rhea crosses the room and opens the wardrobe, but as soon as she sees what is inside, she goes still. The wardrobe is full, but none of the clothes belong to her. Dark coats, formal Alpha garments, spare shirts folded with military precision, Maddox’s riding cloak, Maddox’s council jacket, and Maddox’s boots line the shelves exactly where they should be, while every gown, soft house dress, ceremonial silver piece, winter shawl, hidden letter box, and packet of dried moonflowers has vanished from her side as if she never owned space there at all.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

But it was cold, so she decided to keep it on, at least through science class. But when Emily saw her in homeroom, Emily looked so betrayed that Jane turned away. Losers don't dress smart. Emily hadn't said it out loud, but she might as well have. Ms. Anderson was dressed up, too, in a new blue dress that had kind of an olden-days look to it. She looked nervous herself as she greeted the class at the start of the first period. Then Jane saw Lucy. She wore a grayish knitted sweater over a white shirt and also a red tie. Her wild hair was pinned back. She looked like Hermione Granger in the first movie.

There was only one person she could talk to who could give her an explanation - Xavier. Helga gave her a questioning look, but didn't argue. "Of course. This way." Helga led her to a dress hanging on a wooden rack, proudly displaying the beautiful garment. It was indigo and deep purple with a swirling white mist. "It's beautiful," she said admiringly, fingering the expensive fabric. Then she realized how large it was, and her eyes fell on the dresses lying on her bed. One was white, the others were light blue and light purple. "Do I have to wear all of them?" she asked anxiously.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

The outfits and dresses she vetoed, I wouldn’t have worn to a battle, let alone walk around the castle in. Before long, I had a whole wardrobe to try on, consisting of evening gowns and short dresses. There was also workout clothes comprised of spandex, leather jeans, tank tops, leather jackets, a long, red formal coat, and a white one. That wasn’t even including the lingerie and casual wear. By the time they were finished, I was buffed and polished and felt like a queen. When she had nearly finished my hair, Heidi turned me away from the mirror. “I want you to be surprised when you see it.” She continued, enjoying her work a bit too much.