Hermione Granger Wardrobe Novels & Stories

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

But they drop everything folded neatly and file out without another word. I lock the door behind them and dry off and look at the outfit on the bed. It's a fitted dark green blazer with a black skirt just above the knees, a white collared shirt beneath it, and a maroon tie with the school’s strange crest—a crescent moon shaped in claws The bracelet is silver and heavy. There’s even matching socks and polished leather shoes. The bra is... honestly too fancy for a school day. I dress slowly, every movement a statement. They won’t strip me of this small dignity too.

I walked towards it and pushed it open revealing a wardrobe room. OMG!! They are fucking damn wealthy!! I saw that everything was divided into different cupboards. I walked towards one opening it revealing it to be stocked with new hair accessories. It had everything. Hair dyes, curling irons and all types of combs with brushes. I walked to another closet and opened it to see it full to the brim with different types of clothes. I checked it and noticed they were not my type at all in any way. These are the kind of clothes Harley usually wear.

Plus, we shared accessories, even if we weren’t the same dress size. I could tell she was nervous. She kept changing and debating on what to wear. I was in a sleeveless floral dress with a denim jacket and ankle boots. Kimia kept pulling out dresses, skirts, and tops. It took Kamron pounding on her bedroom door telling us to hurry up for her to finally decide on a black mini, a red tank, and a sparkly black bolero jacket. She slipped on some sparkly black flats, and we were out. Mrs. Graycort stood at the door with a small box in her hands. I love her almost as much as my own mom, but she is very inappropriate.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

And tonight, I was introducing him to the people who loved me before I even knew what love meant. I pulled open the wardrobe door and froze. The wardrobe was stocked, like, weirdly stocked. Every hanger held something light, summery, soft. Flowery dresses, cotton skirts, gauzy blouses. There were denim shorts in just the right wash, oversized t-shirts, even a stack of tank tops in pastel shades I’d absolutely pick out myself. It wasn’t just thoughtful. It was unsettlingly accurate. I paused, blinked at a hanger with a powder blue sundress dotted in soft pink florals, thin straps, a square neckline, flowy skirt that hit mid-thigh.

And right at the center of the closet was a big table like space made of ceramic where different scarfs and jewelries were kept, I could see gold, sliver, diamond, all sort of jewelries. Right on the other end of the one shelf were wigs of different colors too, it seemed as though I had entered into a big shop where all of these things were for sale because how would just one person own all these? I shook my head, it wasn’t the time to get carried away by all of that, I had to het dressed and get back there to cut the cake with the kids. I slid out of my red dress and began to look for what I would wear. I picked up my phone again, trying to see if I would see one of the dressed she wore in

she grabbed her hand and took her with her. She opened her wardrobe and there were so many clothes. Wanda was a shopaholic; she buys every new collection of clothes. Mostly she never wore it. She took out a violet dress. It was a very beautiful cross-back dress. “Here, this will look so beautiful on you, exactly like your eyes,” she said, smiling. “Thanks, Wanda but trust me I am not really in the mood,” she said exhausted. “You are a pack member and your stupid ex-member who call herself Luna and your idiotic mate is here and I don’t want them to look down upon our beautiful pack member,” she said dramatically.

The girl was amazed at all kinds of jewelry on display there. All of them were jewelry that had never been worn by anyone in this area of ​​the werewolf kingdom. Just looking at it from behind a transparent glass case can spoil the eyes of anyone who sees it. Ginny, who noticed Damien's arrival, stood up and walked over to him. Her demeanor still reflects a respectable woman who has a fairly high class, even though the clothes she is currently wearing are casual clothes that show off her beautiful curves and some of her flawless skin. Clothing that is comfortable to wear while working organizes items like this.

She did not have enough time. She went into the cabinet which was lined with shelves and shelves of clothes. At one side the cabinet had rows of suits for men. Looked like Arya’s size. On the other side, there was a cabinet that had cocktail dresses and evening gowns hanging inside. The same cupboard also had shoes, stilettos and bellies along with handbags. She had to choose something that would help her escape easily. But first, she needed to call the girl who had made the distress call.