Hogwarts Student Outfit Novels & Stories

When Faina had drank the potion and gone back to her seat, Elma continued, "alright, that would be all for today." After Elma had left the class, Sybil bustled in with a group servants behind him. "Good evening class!" He said, standing before the class while the servants distributed two pairs of clothes to each witch; cotton shirts and woolen breeches. "Some of your classes are not suitable to be had in a classroom, they're to had outside, as they involve a lot of, er, movements which cannot be done wearing a gown. Which is why some clothes are being given to you now. You will be notified by me when you're to wear these clothes as they would be worn for a whole day.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

Monday came faster than expected and all students were dressed smartly in their school uniform which was a combination of light blue short sleeved shirt and grey slacks for the guys and a grey flared skirt which was just above the knee for the senior girl and pinafore for the junior girls. Jewel wore her uniform and complimented it with black high tops sneakers, her white socks showing. Her tie was loose around her neck and her hair was packed in a donut bun. She was just stuffing her back pack with books when Henrietta walked in.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”

Today can’t get any more worse, can it? Not only do I stand all through the night I get to wear an embarrassing tuxedo onesie while doing it, I might as well commit suicide. As I stood by the entrance welcoming the students wearing pyjamas, I spotted Gwen coming and she was looking stunning in her grey astronaut jumpsuit PJ...she braided her dark hair into two pig tails Her red eyes shone under the evening sun and strapped across her petite waist is “A fanny pack?”

Definitely not her. As she was busy eating she heard some whispers from students, but she doesn't care at all. She woke up early today, took a bath early, and wore her uniform so that she could eat here. She's wearing a white long sleeve shirt for her upper uniform, a black skirt that's has a length above the knee, and black boots. All of the students are in the same uniform, the difference is just their necktie color and their pins. The royal one has a royal pin in their collar together with the pin with their houses.

Dorin answered without looking back. "A new enrolee I presume?" the person asked in a condescending voice, "Perhaps you are trying to carry something illegal inside campus?" Dorin finally turned around to look at the person talking. It was a young man in his early 20, his bright red hair cut short in a smart hair style. He wore a cloak with red trimmings and a sword clasp made of gold. He has a red vest over a long sleeved black shirt. His pants were also black and his knee high leather boots a deep red.

Amelia made a note of it. The students were already gathered in loose lines. Most wore their uniforms with minor adjustments: loosened collars, rolled sleeves, boots better suited to fighting than walking through halls. A few had removed their blazers entirely. One girl’s hands flickered with blue light. A boy near the center flexed his fingers, claws sliding out and back in like he was bored.

“Maggie wouldn’t mind.” “Ginny! Where did you get that outfit?” Ginny beamed as she did a little swirl for them, holding out the ends of the short gown. She still had her piercings and her red hair was a wild bed nest. “How do I look?” she asked striking a pose. “That color looks so good on you,” Briggs said. “Ugh, I knew I should have taken one of the clothes I found in my closet. Stark said they weren’t our size.”

Her outfit was back to the emo girl that I first met, she was wearing a black square-neck sleeveless blouse tucked in a brown wrap-around skirt and a black belt hugging her legs, because of her short chopped red hair, she looked like the daughter of a mafia boss, except that she’s a wolf, and I’m looking forward when she transformed. Not just with her, but also with Lea and Azi, they were wearing their cloaks with hoods, a real witch and wizard, I adored the black lipstick painted on Lea’s lips and her matching black nails with Neneuis and her black straight hair that goes down to her legs.