Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

Master Tsertinand snorts before moving on. By the end of that session, all of the witches except the headmistress are armed. Leita got a set of rings as her amulet and Matron Aldar, who’d been silently watching from the shadows got a set of knives. Apparently, knives were her weapons of choice. The Headmistress had amulets of her own, all made previously by Master Tsertinand. Haden and I didn’t need amulets or even weapons. We were going to transform before entering the forest, and our weapons were our teeth and claws.

The question rose, the witches are known for casting spells and using mind control on different sort of supernaturals, so things like wands, dolls, handkerchief, a string were something that could be used But Trey nodded his head in denial to their dismay. “But he did notice the change in eye color”

Jack stood back with a doting smile; he knew who the hats were for as he saw the colors. Next, they wandered into a shop with hair accessories, and she bought 4-pointed petal hair bun metal cover made with colored stones that was closest to pista-green hue. She bought a sky-blue head band adorned with roses made of ribbons and stone embellishment. She also picked copper colored rose bud pins and pearl pins for herself. The hair accessories were most expensive costing 1 gold sheet for the lot, but Mira didn’t feel any heartache. Her family was going to be dressed the best conforming within social standards. Comparatively, men’s hats were not even worth mentioning. It only cost 10 gold coins.

She had a tiny purple witch hat pinned to her head and was clutching a metal cup with the words I Don't Give A HuffleFuck emblazoned on the side. "Wow, Dix." He swallowed, his mouth far too dry. This was not his cousin's best friend. Least not a version he was familiar with. Hot damn. "Wow yourself." Dixie giggled. "Is there a costume thing going on?" And was that a magic wand tucked between her breasts? Eyes up. "Something like that." She turned and squinted at the bars on her left. "You look a little lost." "I think I am." Her shoulders fell. "Shots were a bad idea."

Saraya said and came down the front stairs to stand by my side. Adalwulf, Gloringreag Horncoat and the pale guy, opened a rolled-up fabric and unveiled a hand-woven symbol of a head of Lycan done with black thread. The fur was white but the rest of it was black, and embedded in it was a distinctive shape of a dwarf, a witch with a pointy hat and bats.

When we made the illegal potions at the academy, we would see it to a merchant named Owl because he had an owl with him all the time. We would never reveal our identity. We would wear cloaks and masks- Leo a fox mask and me a hawk mask. Our secret names were respectively Fox and Hawk. The merchant would then sell it to buyers underground. Like us, the merchant never revealed his identity to us, although we found it out anyway.

It was a peaceful night for all and I know that it is a shifting night- which means many werewolves will be roaming around. I left the Palace with a hoodie on, it was not just a hoodie. One of my wizard friend casted magic on it...it's basically my source of protection. It is a black knitted hoodie that once I put on, made me invisible...like any other magic, it is for limited time only and my Hoodie has a 24 hours magic capacity. It was night. "Good night King Uncle." He went and kiss me in mu forehead. "Goodnight baby. Don't stay up too late, we will going to see your cousin's engagement tomorrow."

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

She tilted her body from side to side before swirling around like a little girl who just wore a glittering gown for the first time. Rozelyn then put on her black fedora hat, designed with handmade red roses flowers around it. She looked at her statuesque reflection for the last time, winked at the mirror, then jovially sauntered downstairs. “Well, I never knew that a Thaumaturge could be so...sophisticated and magical,” Romaine praised, who was now wearing a headband-like diadem. A ruby was ornamented on its center—a symbol of a coven supreme’s power.

It almost made her wince just by imagining what the first-time players felt upon being welcomed like that. On cue, three large cauldrons were being dragged by the academy’s giants and each of them was placed in front of the royalties’ tents, the academy staff’s tent, and the bleachers. The tips of their pointy hats were the first thing that Cent saw when they followed the giants. Split into three, the group of witches clad with their infamous green robes poured some herbs into the boiling cauldron, which was thrice their size, so they needed to use their broomsticks before the witches started to chant a spell.