Hogwarts Dress Code Novels & Stories

"Is there a dress code, Mrs. Gable?" "There is," Mrs. Gable said, her eyes locking dead onto me. She pointed a manicured finger in my direction. "And that means you, Anna. I am officially banning the oversized hoodies. I am banning the baggy cargo pants, the flannel shirts, and the boyish sneakers. Tonight is a formal mixer. You will put on a proper gown, look like elegant young ladies, and join the rest of the academy in the grand lounge at seven sharp. Am I understood?" "A gown?" I groaned, my jaw dropping. "Mrs. Gable, seriously? I didn't even pack a—"

And today, I chose to wear the wine coloured hoodie paired with the school's above the knee skirt for girls. Lucky enough, the school doesn't restrict the students with their outfits as long as it was in accordance with the school policy. One student should only wear the outfits that has a logo of the school and should only wear the outfits according to the school levels' color coding. Senior high students should follow the wine color coding of the uniforms, while Junior high students should wear a navy blue color coding for their uniforms. Honestly, it was really convenient. So as for me, I am in my wine coloured hoodie.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

she compliments me as well. I beamed at her “In a week, I will be holding them in my arms” “I can't wait to see them,” she gushed. “So, what is the theme?” “Or is there any dress code?” I inquired as Blake started the car and we were on the way. “Trevor said that there is no dress code. A gown will do” She informed me. “We will get the best one. He has a witch for parents. His whole family has magical genes” I stated.

But I was surprised to see how well the uniform fit me, even though it had looked big before I wore it. "It’s enchanted. It takes the size of the person who wears it for the first time after the spell." Lana said from behind me. "Witches are amazing." I said, checking my uniform in the mirror. Our cupboards had separate mirrors for each of us, which made getting ready much quicker. The uniform was nice and I really liked it. It was a navy-blue checked blazer with light brown piping, gold buttons, and the academy’s emblem on the chest. Beneath the blazer was a white shirt with a red collar. Red was the symbolic colour of our house. The outfit was paired with a pleated navy skirt, black knee-h

“Oh good, I was hoping you saw it. I do think Jordan is going to go on break in a few, so if you want to come help for a bit that would be great. I think you kids getting home from college has made us a little busier this week.” “Yep. Let me just wash my hands.” I knew that there was a chance I was going to be getting my clothes a little messy today, so I opted for cream linen pants and a black v-neck wide-strapped tank top. My mom wanted the place to have a very Parisian feel so everything is black and cream, including the dress code. I pull my hair up with a claw clip and make my way out to the main floor.

"Are you planning to go out dressed like that?" Marguerite asked Harry. The young wolf turned his head toward her as he pulled the long black hooded cloak of the Council over his shoulders. He wore simple black cotton pants, and his leather combat boots were weary over them. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

With thoughts of Draco's intentions on my mind, I head to my room to ready for bed. By the time the full conversation has replayed in my head I have made it to our hut. After I have bathed, I stand in my room in front of my wardrobe contemplating what I want to wear. I have but five choices and the decision seem so difficult today. The thought of wearing one of my five robes has me contemplating my wardrobe in a whole new way. Do I wear the red that makes my pale skin seem less pale? Or the brown that father says looks great with my eyes? I know I should not wear the white that is worn for special occasions. I decide to go with the green. Father says it was mothers favorite color and having

ELIAS'S POV I stood in front of the mirror that morning as I buttoned up my uniform and adjusted my dark silver tie. The Mortlach Academy uniforms were stylish and made to intimidate unlike those of ordinary wolves in other Academies. The first year students like me wore black coats and pants with silver embroidery tracing the crest of our packs over the heart. The second year student wore a deep gray coat with black pants with the same silver embroidery while the senior year wore pure white coats and pants with Gold embroidery instead to show their seniority and strength.

Venus was nice though she told me about the dress code saying how she thinks it’s sexist that guys could walk around shirtless, but the girls couldn’t even wear a mini skirt without getting dress coded. Snow would occasionally say a couple words, but she was more involved in her book than dress codes. They were simple, you had to wear the cloak whenever you were in class or walking in the halls. You had to wear appropriate clothing, no straps, no pajamas which surprisingly most get in trouble for, no tank tops and more that I really do not want to explain. After we were all packing, the girls told me that they were going to the court to see what was new.