Hogwarts Student Outfit Romane & Geschichten

“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.

She said, pointing to a stubby gargoyle who walked in from the boy's side of the hall. A laugh that was being held back from Daisy, her face was a strawberry from that comment Headmistress Light Heart said. I looked up, and it was another Gargoyle, but the weird thing is instead of a cloak like us, he had to be wearing the same jacket as Crag and Hades. I'm guessing all of them wear it. Another weird thing is he didn’t look tough like the rest more of a baby face, he wore it he looked more decent and soft his dirty brown hair was combed back he didn’t have any scratched like the others. Even his outfit looked perfect.

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.”

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

“Let’s do muffins. Any leftovers I’ll take with me and make the guys jealous.” She was laughing as he walked down the hall to Marie’s room. The door was opened, and he stood just out of view watching the four girls. A stack of Marie’s books had been knocked over and he decided that it must have been the crash that he heard. Marie had a sleeveless floor length empire waist dress in dark gray with bright purple trim and lace. He already knew that she chose that to pretend that it was her Hogwarts Ravenclaw uniform. Dee had a knee length pale pink tea dress with a navy sash and trim. Taylor had a similar dress with tiny white flowers all over the pale blue material with white lace at the hem.