Hogwarts Legacy Cosplay Novels & Stories

I just hope that it will happen sooner than expected. ________ River An odd thing happened today. Jaylen, let me borrow his Challenger since he did not need to go out. I was on my way to Party City to pick up my costume for a Halloween Party. I was going as Black Widow. We chose to do an Avengers theme between us. Erica was going as Ant-man’s girl, Hope the wasp. Jaylen was going as Black Panther, Jason as Captain America, Zach as Thor, and Delilah was going as Captain Marvel.

Her short black and green hair danced as she dragged me towards the store. We entered the store and looked around for costumes. They were separated into different sections. Paranormal section, Scary Bride section, Supernatural Creature section, Harry Potter section, and many more. I looked toward the Harry Potter section. There was a dementor costume hanging on it. It looked deadly scary. "Oh my god!" she squealed beside me. "Look at this banana costume! I'm buying it." She jumped up and down, clutching onto the banana costume like a mad woman and I laughed at her selection.

It amused me to see Milena dressed in that way, when yesterday she didn’t even want to see the skirt of her costume. Yesterday had been Halloween, and when Louis arrived excited with a bag of costumes, Sansa had been the only one excited when her owner started taking things out. Apparently, it was normal for Louis to dress her this time of the year, but the rest of us? We had seen him as if he were crazy. Aiden had refused to dress up as a cowboy from the beginning, and I showed him the middle finger when he showed me the wig of the queen of dragons (I still don’t understand that part)

“Ingrid, I could stand next to a neutral party and still spark political scandal.” She ignored me, already plotting her next move. “Just—smile. You look like you’re going to start a fight.” “Not ruling it out.” “Be nice. Please. For me?” I sighed, finishing my tea with a grimace. “Fine. But this counts as a debt.” She grinned. “Deal.” She pulled me toward another group—Legacy House students, draped in finery like it was armor, the sigils of their bloodlines embroidered in silver thread across their lapels and cuffs.

But since Cool, Ignis, and Hailec don't have the ability to seep into someone's or something's energy, Hailec performed some kind of 'ritual' that enables them to imitate some of the known darkess members. "I can't believe I would be Princess Umbra sometime in my life." Ignis said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The three of them looked different now. Hailec can't change my appearance since I would just consume that energy, so they just did their best to hide my identity. They made me wear a man's dark monotone clothes, a navy blue boots and the hooded black cloak engraved with ash-gray smoke – like a symbol. Ignis fixed my hair in a tight bun below my head and gave me a mask

I walked out of the room satisfied and ready to have fun. On reaching the living room, I saw Elise sitting on the couch, looking like a hot mess with her purple colored hair in a bob cut. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a light shade of purple club top, black boots, smokey eye makeup, and her lips painted in a dark red color.

I’d be absolutely head over heels for him. “How’s my partner in crime doing?” he greeted me. Hugo tilted his head, waiting for my answer with a little smile I mirrored. “Ready to roll,” I replied. Yeah, Brandon’s words. I didn’t care. Now they were mine too. “What’s the color for tonight, Grandpa?” Harry asked, reaching out to me with both hands to help me up. “Red, of course.” “Yeah, anytime.” I chuckled, nodding to Harry. “’Cause Prince of Persia here is gonna wear a red suit.”

Then they started to style the hair, wrapping it in intricate designs using human bones as hair clips and hair claws. Hazel was not the least bothered about their choice of hair ornaments. She already had human blood on her and most likely had consumed it in one of her meals. She was starting to gradually fit into the norms of this realm. When they were done, Hazel looked like a princess of death. Her makeup was just as intricate and perfect as the rest of her body. The palette used for her makeup consisted of only two colors–white and black. The white was the white powder that was applied to her face causing her already pale skin to look paler and more like a dead person.

Tessy, who stood beside her, had already circled the theme with a highlighter from her bag. “Legacy,” Tessy muttered. “You realize this is code for ‘dress like royalty and act like you didn’t cry during finals’?” Helena snorted. “I plan to dress like royalty and still remind them I nearly sued my evidence professor for emotional trauma.” From behind them, Leo appeared, wearing sunglasses and a smirk. “Tessy’s been rehearsing her dance moves for two weeks. Tell the truth, babe.” “I was stretching,” Tessy said, indignant. “We don’t want me pulling a muscle when the DJ drops Jerusalema.”