Hermione Granger Wardrobe Novels & Stories

He had been so decisive that he told Liora that he definitely knew about her parents plans and he obviously wasn’t on board. Liora chuckled as walked deeper into the massive bedroom slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floors. This room had always been extravagant, but now it looked even more extravagant because of the newly delivered wardrobe lining the walls. She opened, stared at the wardrobe and stared at the dresses again. Most of them were silk, sequins and hand embroidered gowns that heiresses like her fought over to grab. Her grandfather truly moved fast. A small amused laugh escaped her lips as she grabbed her phone. She stepped backward slightly to capture the wardr

Romy Pov The wardrobe was empty. It was not raided or forced open. It was simply empty. All the things Zaric had placed there– every piece of cashmere, every tailored pair of trousers, dresses, and shoes, and even the green silk I wore to dinner, everything was gone. In their place, arranged neatly in an insultingly organized pile on the floor of the wardrobe, were some of the most hideous articles of clothing I have ever laid eyes on. I took one and held it at arm’s length.

She found cloths on the bed side as well. Did he bought them for her?. Hmp.. While trying to put on the pant,the towel slip off to her feet and Harry walked in, in the moment. She quickly drag her pant up. Harry looked at the other side. "You can check on Angel when you're done having breakfast" after saying that,he walked to the balcony. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her to get ready fast. She wore her underthings and put on the gown. It was a black colored body hug gown with spaghetti hands,the wear looks so simple and decent yet expensive. It was long enough to get ankle.

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

And she was in this Neophile City to survive, not to mourn the position of a woman who was gone. Helga turned her body and strode toward the walk-in closet located in the corner of the room. Inside the vast space filled with rows of Zean's formal black suits and dark shirts, there was one specific row of wardrobes that seemed to have just been filled upon Zizie's or Zean's own orders. The wardrobe was filled with various choices of women's clothing, ranging from luxurious silk evening gowns, elegant blouses, to rows of formal-cut trousers and blazers.

There’s a tray of food on the coffee table that wasn’t there before. I bolt the door this time. The last thing this strange adventure needs is a dose of awkwardness. Unbidden, Zen’s impassive face comes to mind. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it though. The wardrobe is as big as my room at Mrs. Gaines’. Rows and rows of clothes fill my vision, different sizes cuts and materials. Silk dresses, linen shirts and fur lined pants, soft slippers and boots of various lengths and styles. Heavy leather belts, earrings that I suspect are maybe, just maybe made of real gems, cloaks and coats.

He wanted to leave but he stopped and turned to Hazel. “Did you bring does boxes in here?” He asked for Hazel to gasp. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to, I will take them… “ I didn’t ask why you bring them in here, Did you bring them in here?” He looks at Hazel who quickly nods. “The wardrobe is not for keeping items, ask Grace to take them to the attic,” he said and walked out for Hazel to sigh. “Goodness,” she whispered holding her forehead. Hazel looked around at the dresses and wondered what to wear. She opened the pack of new dresses the maids brought in a few days ago and she saw a beautiful yellow gown. It’s very simple and it was to the kneel having an off-shoulder neck.

She mumbled as she finally decided to search for something to wear from the wardrobe of Alpha Lorcan. She moved towards the sliding door of the wardrobe as she slid it open, her mouth opened in surprise, “It is not just a cupboard but a room full of clothes like a showroom.” She went inside as she scanned the clothes and accessories which were in that huge wardrobe. “I’m sorry Alpha, I’m borrowing something to wear from your luxurious wardrobe.” She said as if Alpha Lorcan was present there and reached to grab a shirt and sweatpants. She buttoned the shirt and rolled the waistband of the sweatpants four times as it was too long for her.

Then, she shrugged and remarked nonchalantly, “Come on, I wore your shirt during the pool party last time in the Hamptons. It’s just a shirt anyway. What’s the big deal?” I frowned and threw back the covers to get out of bed while stating, “There are clean clothes for you in the wardrobe.” When I opened the wardrobe, my breathing suddenly stopped short. I saw my array of Tom Ford suits and Ralph Lauren shirts hung neatly in a row, all sorted by color. However, the other half of the collection of clothes that belonged to Arya, the beige Uniqlo cashmere sweaters and the navy blue business suits from J. Crew, were all gone. It felt as if a chunk of my flesh had been carved out.

It was both a weapon and a reminder. Tomorrow was already waiting for me. Morning came far too soon. The sunlight was weak, slipping through the cracks in the dusty window. I peeled myself out of bed, my body sluggish, my mind already racing ahead. After a long bath that calmed my aching muscles, I pulled out the clothes I had bought yesterday, placing them in my bed and smiling. All the clothes I used to wear were picked out by Ginny. She intentionally picked out dresses that looked innocent, like pure white dresses, frill filled dresses, the kind that she always wore so that people would compare us and due to her body and stature, those kind fitted her the most so I was the one at the rece