Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Uniform

At Blackwool, they have the perfect uniforms: blue mid thigh length skirts with tucks,white long sleeve shirts,blue tie, white socks and a grey jacket with the schools logo on the left corner. A golden crown and small words underneath written in gold *Blackwool Royal*. The same goes for the male uniforms except theirs are jerseys instead of jackets. I stare at myself in the mirror and head out. Mom drops Killian off everyday because his school is just near her workplace, a publishing company, Devine and Supreme. Sam honks and I grab my backpack, kiss Killian on the forehead and mum on the cheek "Be safe honey,say hi to Sam for me!" "I will!" I shout back.

“Rory Hale. Welcome to Obsidian Academy.” I went out, my sneakers crunching on gravel, and immediately felt stares. Everywhere. Students congregated in bunches beyond the gates, all clad in dark uniforms that appeared far too beautiful to be human. Their eyes caught the weak lightsome gleaming faintly gold, others crimson, a few even silver like flaming stars. I grabbed my bag strap closer, whispered under my breath, “Stay invisible. Just… stay invisible.” But invisibility was impossible here. I felt like prey dropped into a den of hunters.

Seraphina tracing scars with careful thumbs. We dressed in school uniforms—standard black blazers, white shirts, crimson ties, dark trousers or skirts. Nothing flashy. Nothing defiant. Just… us, in the clothes the system required. But the fang wristbands stayed on—black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs embossed. Subtle. Unmistakable. We walked to the cafeteria together—no powers, no hiding. Heads turned as we entered. Whispers followed.

Zara’s POV The temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned. A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans. They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

It’s my first day, and I’m feeling a little nauseated. Once I was finished in the bathroom I dressed up in the academies mandatory uniform. It comprises a short, royal blue plaid skirt with a white-collar shirt and cream-coloured long sleeve sweater. Pulling on a pair of black, fingerless gloves, I’m glad for the sweater. That just saves me the trouble of trying to find a way to hide the tattoo’s on my biceps. Arriving at the academy I didn’t miss the glances or murmurs that flows with me as I propel my way into the domineering stone building, rather than ride in with Steven I choose to saunter down to the academy.

I don't know how often I told off some guy who saw me walking home from the bus stop and made some creepy comment. I wonder if dad ever realized making me go to these schools with uniforms just play into the average boy's fantasy of Asian girls in a school uniform. They need to learn the difference between reality and delusions. I sighed, looking at my reflection. This school's uniform was red, black, and white color palette. My red plaid skirt touched my knees, a matching plaid tie popped against the crisp white dress shirt under the black jacket with white edging and a shield with the letters RW stitched into the lapel.

When opening the wardrobe, Bella finds more than ten sets of maid uniforms with black lines on their wrists, complete with a matching apron. Bella understood that this must be the uniform. Mr. Draco was referring to. Quickly she changed into a uniform from the wardrobe. After that, Bella looked in the mirror to see how she looked in her new appearance. She was a little surprised when she saw the reflection of her face. Although Bella believes herself to be quite neat and unpretentious, she looks much thinner now.

Although, she was uncertain as to why. “Honestly, how could you fall asleep in such a place?” Horus reprimanded. Standing tall over her, he was dressed smartly in a crisp white and sky-blue Day Gate uniform. The Alliance crest emblazed proudly in gold thread on the breast of his jacket, evidence of his status as a full Guardian. It filled Chiri with an odd mixture of pride and sadness, which hung heavily in her chest.