Hogwarts Student Outfit Novels & Stories

This fabric adapts to the current werewolves size both in werewolf and human form adapting magically immediately. So usually outfits are destroyed from brutal attacks or when a werewolf undergoes an evolution and grows bigger like I did when I killed Osborne and his brother. We were crossing the bridge now, I looked down but all I could see was mist. “You want to know what is underneath all that mist? Don’t worry it’s just water.” She answered without looking back. I turned back and noticed that one of the students carried Brownwell’s head and body.

I walk through the hallways with my hands tucked deep in the pockets of my hoodie. The other students shove past me, throwing me disgusted looks and nasty glares. It used to make me want to crawl in a hole and die, but now, I hardly notice it at all. All of the students have special uniforms that are backless to accommodate their wings—well, all except me. If those idiots knew how to put their wings away then they’d be able to have a more diverse wardrobe.

She stared at the outfit Holly had laid out on the bed for her, a skimpy red plaid skirt with a short-sleeve button-down white shirt, along with a scribbled note informing her that the redhead would not be a part of the festivities tonight. A schoolgirl uniform. Really? Isn’t that a little too much on the nose? She sighed as she lifted the clothes off the bed, holding them out in front of her.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

“What necklace is the sage talking about, Your Highness?” “Y-You can’t see it?” ‘Then why can he?’ Holly tried to hide her uncertainty, which soon was replaced by a scoff when she spotted something behind her. Clara turned to see the prince strolling towards her. Students who were lounging in the halls were gaping in the same direction. Why wouldn’t they? He stood out among the rest. Instead of the snow-white Blairean uniform, he wore his black royal suit, black and gold cloak trailing him.

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.

DALA As if existing wasn’t hard enough, I had to go to school. Today. “Wow! You really are nailing this student look!” Arya commented as I stepped into her room in my uniform. It looked prettier than I thought. The white shirt fit me like a glove, with a pleated skirt and vest of the same dark green shade— the same colour as the pack’s logo. Though I loved it, it didn’t make sense for a college to have uniforms.

Genevieve: As expected, Kit was waiting at the exit, ready to go by the minute Ron and I woke up. I had on black pants and a black leather top with a red jacket, while Ron wore black pants and a white shirt. Kit, however, was dressed in a stunning blue dress. Her hair was curled and adorned with flower crowns. It wasn't that she didn't know how to dress appropriately for the occasion--she had seen her father give lectures on attire in the woods. But she simply ignored them because she wanted to look like a princess.

In shades of pastels and whites, colorful patterns of stripes and checkered decorated the thin cloth that made up the outfit. Most days, I kept it simple. Appropriate enough to wear under my cloak, but still had some semblance of me. A tight bodice that molds to my breast and stomach. It’ll flare from the waist down, and usually stops a few inches above my knees. I’ll be wearing my favorite pair of heels. Comfortable enough to travel in and sturdy enough to handle the day to day tasks of a learning witch. The heel is long, yet a nice thickness that didn’t make it look too blocky.

The buildings were sleek yet elegant and blended classic castle architecture with the latest modern technology. The students walking around weren’t any less impressive. They were beautiful as every single one of them looked like they had walked out of a high-fashion magazine. Their uniforms were perfectly fitted with a deep purple shirt paired with a lilac pleated skirt for girls and sharp black pants for the boys. The accessories they wore, rings, necklaces, even their bags, screamed money. I suddenly felt small and Insignificant, Poor and useless as if I didn't belong here. Mom nudged me. “You’ll start here tomorrow.”