Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

"Look what I found for us yesterday at Woolworth’s!” Resting on the fire escape windowsill were two adorable black felted cloche hats, both with black veils. “Of course they’re last winter’s style,” Lily explained, debating between the two for only a second, then selecting the one with a row of black silk roses looped around the back and ending just above each ear and arranging it on Evelyn’s head, “but no one we know will know that. And I found them on clearance! Only thirty-two cents apiece.” “Thirty-two cents! Lily!” Evelyn gasped, shocked. “How could you spend so much on hats? That’s an entire day’s meals for us.”

Long white hair flowed down around their shoulders from beneath the wide brims of their hats. Their skin was coarse from the local weather. They wore light grey robes with golden accents and matching pointed hats that bent slightly at the top. A gold symbol adorned the hat. “You might want to back up.” He said in a musical voice that was soothing and disturbing all at once. “I can’t just give up on him like that!” She exclaimed, feeling a deep hole in her chest ripping open. “Don’t give up but make room for the dragon to work his magic and believe.” The little man suggested. She allowed him to pull her away behind the line of little men, where they had brought Prince Vaugn.

At least there was some sort of memory of him here that wasn't locked away in a cupboard downstairs. The atmosphere was bursting with happiness from everyone. Rose and Carlo had on silver Christmas hats with white fake fur trims. Lee and Kuru wore the black hats, rimmed with silver fur. Honey had elf ears clipped over her own, and I was handed a pair of swirling silver antlers that spread out over my back. "If you had purple eyes and silver fur, you'd be perfect" Carlo smiled at me "our own little Korvin." "Korvin?" I laughed back.

“And, I’ve told you a hundred times, you can call me Annie.” “Right,” I nodded. That seemed weird to me. She was my friend’s mom after all. Lucy followed me into the store, and I looked carefully at the hat I’d seen from outside. It was a black ski cap, but it was made of really thick fabric, and the sides came down very low so that it would completely cover the wearer’s ears. It might not seem like much of a gift, but I thought it would let him know I was thinking about him, that I appreciated that it might get a little chilly out on the rooftops.

And even then, they only summoned ordinary Ghost Escorts, not Ivan and Abel! Now she just called out once, and Ivan and Abel could appear? This was absurd... utterly absurd! Did they... really come? The three masters saw that, in the previously empty corridor, thick fog suddenly rose, and two tall figures strode forward. One wore black robes, the other white. Their feet were invisible, as if they floated, both wearing tall hats. On the white hat was written "A Lifetime of Wealth," and on the black hat, "Clear Distinction Between Good and Evil."

He stood right of front of me, his hand gripping my hair, pulling it so tight that my head was bent backward, forcing me to look at him. "Tell. Me. His. Name." He ordered, tightening his grip. "I don't know." I hissed, "If I knew, I would have told you!" "No you wouldn't" he clicked his tongue and smirked, "Need a little bit of torture, hm? Either his name or torture. Which one will it be?" His name was at the tip of falling from my mouth but I held it. There"s no fucking way I was going to endanger the life of innocents. I stayed quiet. He then groaned in frustration before dragging me, by my hair, all the way down the basement.

“Yes, very fast.” He held his staff tighter and closed his eyes, stepping backward. He brought his powers together and focused them on a spot. It had been a while since he held his wand thoughtless of using it. He might be a little rusty but he could make it work for he was the great Wizard Jonathan! He closed his eyes tighter and in a flash, he was no more wearing a Hawaii shirt and shorts but the proper attires for a wizard. He had a long and big robe on making him look very thin. There was a long crooked yellow hat on his head. It had an inscription of a yellow eagle.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

Yvayn bowed to the old wizard. “It is good to see you young man. Now give me a hug.” Yvayn stepped up and hugged him and kissed him on both of his hairy cheeks. He was wearing a long purple satin robe trimmed in a band of golden flowers backed in a layer of blue satin. He wore a skullcap of purple satin that was trimmed in a golden rope and divided into twelve pie-sliced shapes each divided by a thin gold band. He had on a matching purple tunic under his robe that was trimmed with golden flowers and a golden rope wrapped around his waist. On his legs he wore long black leather boots that were turned down at his knees with dark purple hose underneath.

In one ear, he wore a dangle of rubies that matched those sewn into the embroidery of coat and boots. Thaelen watched as Harithen gathered his hair up into a net and picked up hiw powdered white wig with its elaborate arrangement of flowers and jewels, and set that in place, pausing before a mirror to touch up his lipstick before crossing to Thaelen, the heels on his shoes making him an inch taller than Thaelen was, so that Thaelen had to look up, and Harithen had to duck to pass through the doorframe, one hand holding his wig in place. “I hate the Estreau fashions,” Thaelen complained as they followed the balcony back to the stairs.