Hogwarts Student Outfit Novels & Stories

First day of school and I was already late. I don’t know how I did it, but a few minutes later, I was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the academy uniform—a fitted black blazer with four wolves holding hands to indicate unity, an image I assumed had to be the Moondew crest, was stitched on the pocket, a white blouse, and a plain navy skirt. It wasn’t bad, but it felt…wrong. I was used to short skirts, but certainly not a jacket. This felt like a costume.

She was glowing, truly glowing, as though every glittering spell cast tonight had decided she was the chosen recipient. Every hallway we passed poured out students like rivers of silk and laughter. Girls in gowns that rippled like storm clouds or spilled ink, some woven with charms that made their hems float inches above the floor, trailing constellations behind them. Boys in tailored jackets, some in traditional black, others daring enough to wear deep forest, maroon, cobalt. Their cuffs sparkled with crest sigils, and polished shoes tapped out excitement in rhythm with their racing pulses. “Gods,” I whispered, watching two students float past us arm in arm, their gowns shimmering like nebu

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.

His costume was a loose sport coat, a sweater, and spectacles. “Heath, you’re not supposed to dress up as yourself,” Rose joked. “I’m Professor Lupin! You know, from Harry Potter?” He pulled out his makeshift wand and acted like he was casting a spell. “And why do I feel like you remembered that this was a costume party only an hour ago?” “Not true. It was two hours ago.”

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

For the school uniform, you, by any means, cannot alter them without permission. The male student had three sets of essential clothing, comprised of an outer vest/coat. Depend on the season, a sleeveless vest is for summer, while a coat is for winter. Long khaki pants and a white shirt underneath the outer garment. The female also had the same sets of outfits. Their skirt must reach their knees. The addition of black socks, a black tie, or a black ribbon is to complete the appearance of a graceful student.