Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

I wave at him as I start walking away. "Not so fast clumsy!" I halt instantly on my steps when he grabs me by the uniform collar. "What?! Let go! My uniform will get wrinkles on it!" I yell at him as I try removing his grip. The uniform we have here is pretty much the same as other school uniforms... with a white blouse and skirt. The only difference is the school emblem, which is a lavender heather wreath. While the color theme of the uniform is a mix of pastel pink and grey.

Dragons dark green, Basilisks black, Ogres yellow, Fairies and Elves a deep purple. I opted out of the standard uniform and dressed in just thick cotton lined leggings with a long sleeve black shirt. If I needed to shift I would tear it apart anyways. I also wasn’t offered an uniform and was trying not to think too deeply why that was. Bolton stood in his dark brown pants with red general’s jacket that made him stand out from all the rest. No one but him could wear red. I wasn’t sure if it was a Vampire thing or general thing though. Most of us headed out on foot with a few trucks filled with supplies following behind us. I gave my mom a wink and began walking once Bolton did.

It would learn real quick not to underestimate me. The N.O.V.A. pinged again. Orientation Countdown: 13 hours. Uniform ready. Portal transport at 8:30 AM sharp. I glanced at my black uniform hanging on the closet door. Midnight silk. Silver stitched collar. High waisted skirt with stockings. I touched it gently, then looked back at the packet, rereading each house again. Warrior wolves. Aristocratic shadows. Fire born rebels. Poison wielding masterminds. I had no memories. No family I could remember. No idea what house I belonged to. But the castle did.

She chuckles, “Yeah, Seb’s a good teacher… Now, if you could just control yourselves around each other, you might learn faster…” He winks at her, “Maybe.” She smirks, “But Honey, where’s the fun in that? I hate behaving.” He starts to lead her down the stairs again, and just like last time, George is waiting in his uniform, but with an added long black crushed velvet cloak with a white fur trim, and a golden crown. The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band.

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

I am not really sure what the mechanics are because, to make it fair, just like how every tournament was held in Purple Hill, whenever a family is joining, someone else decides on the mechanics. I prepared myself as I wore the warrior uniform that my mom had created for all she-wolves. The uniform is an all-black body suit that hugs every curve of my body. The body suit was designed to be a camouflage, especially in the dark. The reason why it was so tight-fighting was not for looks, even though our male warriors beg to disagree, but for flawless movement and flexibility. I was almost in the dining area when I heard the sound of laughter and loud whispers. Everyone turned to look at me the m

Cora Early the next morning, a package arrives for me. It's the uniform of Baryard Academy for Boys. My nose wrinkles as I hold it out before me. Academy uniforms aren't supposed to be pretty, but this uniform has got to be the ugliest one I've ever seen. Everything is a dreary gray, as though the school doesn't want the sun to shine on the kids. I pack it away along with the wig, just as someone knocks on the door. I freeze, worried it's the staff or maybe a girl from my floor—not that girls ever knock on my door. Taking a deep breath, I move closer. "Who is it?"

Quickly, I got out of bed and drew my curtains apart to let more light in before heading to the bathroom. After a refreshing morning shower, I got dressed in the school uniform that had been delivered the evening before. The uniform consisted of a crisp white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and short sleeves, paired with a pleated navy blue skirt that fell just above my knees. A thin, golden pin on the blouse bore the school's emblem – a stylised letter "A" intertwined with a laurel wreath. I slipped on my black knee-high socks and polished black shoes, feeling a sense of pride and finally feeling like I belonged in school as I dressed in the attire that would help me fit in more with the oth

The new freshman are left in awe, and lots of them are wide-mouthed as they watched the arrivals. On first days like this, students are required to wear the University uniform . The girls changed inside the helicopters, and as their helicopters landed, they made their dignified appearances one by one. Zenni was first. The buttons in front of her shirt is open cos of her Small breàsts, but thanks to her dark blue suit, she looks sèxy as fûck. Fishnets under her pleated skirt. As she walked, her ass walked too. She's heavily endowed with butt.