Hermione Granger Wardrobe Novels & Stories

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.

People kept giving me strange looks, but no one else dared to insult me - not with Salvatore sitting beside me like a dark shadow. Now I was back in my old bedroom packing my things. It felt strange to call it my room after so long. I carefully folded the beautiful green dress Salvatore had given me. I picked up the silver hairpin Hermione had "forgotten" in my room. The door opened with a creak. I spun around, ready for another fight. But it was Percy. She looked different without her big wedding dress - smaller, younger. The anger that usually burned in her eyes was gone.

She walked out of the bathroom, hands in the pocket of her jacket, and eyed Ginny as the teenager oohed and ahhed over everything. “I thought you hated bright colors.” Ginny turned her head. “Who said I did?” “You always wear black, you thicken the color of your red hair so it appears darker, hell you even cover your eyes with that hideous black eyeshadow.” “A little bit of color can’t hurt anyone,” Ginny said as she walked toward the closet and pulled the doors open. It was very huge, nothing like the size Ginny saw in the movies or in the real estate magazines Leo brought back from his many trips out of their small town. Lots and lots of clothes hung on clothes racks covered in plastic to

He stated as he swiftly left. I wanted to thank him for the meal… The bag contained, a black curly hair wig, a dress, ballet flats and a fake medicated-like glasses. Oh.. There is a school handbag too. The dress is a black, knee length gown. Am not really good at descriptions. So, just imagine a cute nerdy outfit. Done dressing up, I walked to the living room, Shawn’s voice hovering over the place and giving orders. I stop in my tracks when I see him.

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.

Her outfit was back to the emo girl that I first met, she was wearing a black square-neck sleeveless blouse tucked in a brown wrap-around skirt and a black belt hugging her legs, because of her short chopped red hair, she looked like the daughter of a mafia boss, except that she’s a wolf, and I’m looking forward when she transformed. Not just with her, but also with Lea and Azi, they were wearing their cloaks with hoods, a real witch and wizard, I adored the black lipstick painted on Lea’s lips and her matching black nails with Neneuis and her black straight hair that goes down to her legs.

I was confused to see the number of chairs set at the dinner, with the staff walking all around to make sure all were in equal proportion. I knew Freda could be quite extravagant sometimes, and she might have invited her friends over for a family dinner. Who was I to decide how she spends her cold-earned money? I decided to sit it out and watch as it all played out. Then, a BMW roadster cruised into the family mansion, blinking lights and screaming luxury, and I knew just who it was. It was Hermione, the young family witch. Dressed in a three-piece Italian suit and heavy shades, her neatly creased trouser was evidence of the wealth that radiated all around her. She carried around her an air

"Mudbloods? What are we, in Harry Potter?" "Don't joke! These Manhattan trust-fund wives will slice you to pieces with a look," Chloe insisted, marching past me and ripping open the closet doors. She began shoving my blazers aside until she found a dress near the back; a deep emerald-green silk mid-length dress with a subtle cowl neck and an asymmetrical hem. It was elegant, high-class, but lacked the corporate aura that was my signature charm "This. Wear this. Let them see the waistline, girl."

Wonderful. I shut the door slowly, resisting the urge to hiss through the crack like an offended cat. Dressing felt like donning armor. White blouse, silver and black tartan skirt, black boots, and the silver chain that once belonged to my mother. It may or may not have been enchanted to strangle anyone who touched it uninvited. She never confirmed. The ambiguity gave it personality. When I emerged, Loralie clapped her hands. “You look amazing! So elegant. Like a gothic fairytale!”

She dropped the comb and braided the middle hair letting the remains fall on her shoulders, satisfied with her appearance, she applied a light pink tint lipstick and headed to the wardrobe. Yeah that's it, she doesn't really do much on her face, she has the perfect face contours, high bridged nose, making her look like those British queen, now that she is no longer wore her fake contact lenses, her crystal forest green eyes are very attractive, one glance at her and you will be pulled into her world feeling lost in her eyes. She searched the wardrobe, there are about hundred different kinds of apparels. the wardrobe is really big and tall. She looks up and saw a red gown which caught her int