Hogwarts Students Uniform Novels & Stories

she muttered to herself as the boys got out of the car. The school entrance was wide, adorned with symmetrical trees and golden plaques. The three walked ahead in their still improvised uniforms: dark jeans and simple white T-shirts. They clearly stood out among the other students, all wearing custom-tailored suits and personalized backpacks. Then the tension rose.

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

T O M O R R O W I woke up early because it was 6 a.m. the royal families will come. I immediately took a shower and got dressed. I was wearing our school uniform and of course not losing the cloak. The cloak I'm wearing is green with the HU logo on the right chest, on the back is MONTREAL. its embroidery is still cursive and only moderate in size. At the bottom of it is written ALPHA. I just took my sword and tied it around my waist before going out and going to the grounds.

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.

The result was good, and just as Jasmine said, Dominique had a handsome face; now that it can be seen without all that extra hair, I´m sure it would be a candidate for some fashion magazine. Jasmine took care of the hair laying around as I was putting on the rest of my uniform. I gave myself a good look in the mirror when I finished. "Huh, not bad. Not bad at all" My uniform was of a regular student. King blue coat and pants of the same color with a grey shirt and v-shaped sweater, a red tie to complete the visuals. We were also allowed to use bows as the girls but I honestly didn´t like them at all. It certainly looks like the uniform of a prestigious college...

She disappeared out of the door. I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding into. I went back to my room and took out all of my savings. "This might be enough for everything as long as I they're cheap!" I murmured. I decided to go to buy uniforms, both from virelade and St helia. Virelade Academy uniform was an elegant black trousers white shirt and dark blue blazer with a maroon tie. While St helia was a matching maroon short skirt and a blazer without a tie

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

CHAPTER 13 The two boys nodded agreeing to the proposal of course. "Alright let's go get your uniforms", Alpha Aiden said to them as the three of them headed out together. Alpha Aiden, his son Marcellus and Alex, had arrived at the school's uniform shop to purchase their uniforms. Mrs. Smith, the friendly shopkeeper, showed them around the store and explained the different pieces that made up the uniform for boys at Forks High Academy. After listening carefully to Mrs. Smith, Alpha Aiden selected white collared shirts, navy blue blazers, navy blue pants, navy blue ties with green and gold stripes, and black dress shoes for them.

This school would never fall again. Caps were discarded, and stiff gowns were replaced with the ceremonial robes we had made for ourselves. Some of them were pristine and new, woven by the Everley witches in deep blues and silvers, black, and ember reds. Others were ragged, charred, bloodstained, and proudly worn anyway. I spotted a freshman with a large tear mended across one shoulder and a girl from Lucien’s alchemy class who still had burn marks on the sleeve from when she’d pulled a friend from the library rubble.

I almost jumped to my place when I heard someone behind me. I turned back and saw a tall and handsome guy with gray hair standing with his arms crossed in confusion. Just like the other male students, he is wearing a black cloak, gray overcoat with black linings, black pants, and black combat knee-high boots. Underneath his coat was a white button-down shirt, knitted black vest, and a black-red alternate striped necktie—which is a different color compared to others who wore the colors of indigo, green, orange, and yellow. I wonder what the meaning of those colors is. “Hey, are you alright? I was just kidding! I don’t mean to offend you in any way.” He apologized, which made me back to my sen