Hogwarts Students Uniform Novels & Stories

Minutes later, they emerged from their individual stalls with their school bags and stared at each other in awe. Badmus' school uniform consisted of a white long-sleeved shirts, black flair skirts (for the girls) — which was slightly above the knees — black ankle socks, black-and-silver striped ties and a black jacket which had the school's name imprinted on the breast pocket. The shoes, they had been informed, had to be black no matter the form it took — as long as it was appropriate and acceptable. "I can't believe it actually fits," Emily said as she checked herself out.

I never blended in well with them and I didn't feel like putting in the effort, especially when they did things I didn't want to do. " It'll go well." I mumble to myself, patting down invincible creases on my school skirt. I learnt that in Hilton Raven Heights Academy, an official school uniform is mandatory. So this puts less pressure on me to look for something to wear every day. Maroon red, Navy and white are the representative colours. A navy and maroon red check skirt with white shirt and navy blazer. Sewn figures of a raven, shield, mountain to represent the heights and graduation hat all feature on the badge. For preference purposes, the females either choose to pair their uniform wit

Gemma looked around discreetly trying to find where these eyes were but once again, she was unable to. “Oh and one last thing” Serena said with a quick click of her fingers “All professors will be in golden/amber and white coloured clothing, such as robes or training ware. All Guardians and Vo-Suie’s will be in black, all first year training students will be in grey, second year in red, third year in blue, fourth year in dark green and anyone student you see in yellow and white mixed are those that are training in specialist subject such as healers, seers, medicine, magik and so forth. Some of them will have an element they work solely with and so will have that colour somewhere on their clo

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

It was old, the stone heavy and impressive. **Admissions** It says. The letter said to go to Admissions first. So this must be it, the heart of Nightbloom Academy. The driver cleared his throat. “We’re here.” “Oh,” I said quickly. “Right. Thank you.” I got out and looked around. There were students everywhere. They all looked the same at first, but then I noticed the details. They wore black blazers with a silver design, a book with roses around it. The boys wore white shirts and trousers, and the girls wore skirts. Everyone’s shoes shined.

The students of royal envoy's academy were dressed as nobles, no wonder it was a school for the wealthy. Their uniform was royal blue with a red tie or bow tie for the girls. I was assigned to teach the fifth grade and I just hope I wouldn't regret taking this job too. I walked quietly into the classroom and introduced myself. The students although looked like rascals, but I just knew how to handle them.

And I see this knowing that I hated being forced to dress identical to my brothers. The boys are in navy long shirts, sweaters, and a patchwork turkey with H and R's initials on its belly with khaki pants. The girls were in long-sleeved navy ruffled dresses with similar patchwork turkeys, but they have bows on the turkey’s head and their initials S and A on their individual dresses.

he asked. Zane picked up a hammer this time, slapping it twice against his palm. Alder didn’t ask again. “Coward,” Amy murmured, looking away. The auditorium filled up fast once the bell rang, hundreds of students packed neatly into rows, all wearing uniforms in varying shades of gray, navy blue, and black—to signify their “rank”, Amy said. Guards were posted along every wall. We came in through the side delivery door Amy had a key for, Alder walking ahead of us with his collar buttoned high enough to hide the rope marks.

The moment the rich young heirs stepped out, the noisy dramatic silliness Arian De' Argent shuddered to relive as they were awfully late boomed unexpectedly. He didn't even notice the number of students patiently loitering around the parking lot until the noise exploded! Arian grabbed his bag pack, wore a pair of headphone and played some soothing music as they made their slow, dramatic entrance into the hallway with asinine student fans rushing after them. It was the usual distraction. Monday was "Uniform day" which occurred twice a week while the rest of the school week bubbled with different colors, courtesy of "Casuals day." The uniform for the males of B.H.A were a pair of dark blue pan

He started seeing how eager they were to leave. Hakeem's observation suddenly made them realize how oblivious they were to their dressing. The uniform for Ketu high's girls was a white shirt, a deep red checkered skirt, and a tie topped with a black blazer. Veronica and Grace looked at each other with stupid expressions on their faces, wondering why they didn't think of how stupid it was running around with a dead body in their uniform. "He's right, we have to change. Come on." Veronica said and started to the stairs.