Novel & Cerita Hermione Granger Wardrobe

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

Haydn concluded. "She wore a deep green dress... no bag on her person... no gloves on her hands, just a single ring... a string of pearl necklace adorned her neck... and a pearl hairpin adorned her head," Bella described Grace's outfit today, uttering each word slowly. "Where could the drugs be hidden?"

“So beautiful.” After changing, I slowly walked toward the mirror, and for a moment I couldn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. A neat navy-and-silver blazer hugged my figure perfectly. The white shirt beneath it was crisp, while the matching pleated skirt reached just above my knees. My polished black shoes completed the outfit. Finally, I adjusted the old pair of glasses my late grandmother had left me. A smile spread across my lips. “This isn’t just Lyra, the forgotten daughter of Ashwood Pack. This is Lyra — a certified Silvermoon Academy student.”

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.

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

I needed something to focus on other than focusing on my inability to shift. When I got back to Xavier and my room, a pale sage colored silk gown was hung next to the floor to ceiling mirror in the closet. A white fur shawl was draped over the ottoman next to the mirror. The material was cool and soft under my finger tips. Geegee walked in with some pins and a curling iron. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked. I looked at her with a smile. “It is. Did you pick it out?” Geegee shook her head.

he asked, his voice a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. Zelda shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper, "Please, James, don’t." As Zelda opened the wardrobe, she froze, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. Inside, the closet was stocked with a vast collection of delicate, skimpy, and intricate nightdresses, sheer and lacy pieces in every colour, style, and cut imaginable. The garments shimmered under the soft light, creating an effect as though she’d just walked into a high-end lingerie boutique. Luxurious, provocative, and alluring, the outfits were certainly eye-catching, but they were also very much out of character for her.

Chapter 127: Royalty Grace stood in front of the wardrobe while her fingers hovered over the row of neatly arranged clothing. She scanned the hangers with her brow slowly knitting together as the realization crept in. Everything in there—every shirt, every pair of soft pants, every folded sweater—had been brought by Keegan. Since the day he brought her in his estate, not once had she needed to ask for anything. Her size had been guessed with alarming accuracy and her comfort was anticipated. Cotton, linen, knits, and everything practical, everything easy to wear.

He nods and shrugs. “It was easier than forgetting something.” She laughs and places it on the table. “I’ll ask for permission to set it up somewhere nearby for us when we have the chance. But in the meantime.” He pulls out his wand, and feeds it into the model pulling out a wardrobe. “You need clothes that are yours alone.” Once the wardrobe is out of the model it slowly starts to grow. He moves it with the wand so that it lands next to the existing one. But not taking up too much floor space. “My Love, you kept my clothes? They’d be wildly out of fashion by now.” He laughs and gestures to the wardrobe, she raises an eyebrow but wanders over to look. Inside is a myriad of clothes, but they

Yes, she knew about werewolves and they could shift, but she never imagined that their human form could look so godly. Still keeping her gaze to the side, she moved stiffly toward her wardrobe, pulled it open, and grabbed the biggest clothes she could find, which was an oversized grey shirt and a pair of joggers someone had once gifted her back in college. The pants were way too big for her… but maybe they’d fit him. She tossed them onto the bed without looking. “There…” she murmured. She stood facing the wall, hand still on the wardrobe handle, her heart still pounding. Behind her, she heard the soft rustle of fabric.