Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

"Mr. Whalen?" Zorion didn't even take a look at Quirian, as if that just one more glance could smudge and taint his eyes. Raeleigh also looked at the source of the voice that had just spoken, Zorion. She didn't expect that it would've been his voice. She looked at Zorion, and her eyes fell on the school uniform he was wearing. Elkton University's uniform was royal blue. Girls wore royal blue skirts and white shirts, while boys wore royal blue shirts and black pants.

It is the school's policy to know who arrives on time and who is always late. When I entered the campus, I was greeted by my friends Azure, Yūgen, Hygge, Meraki and Axis. There is no difference in the uniform of boys and girls. We were both wearing a dark blue gown called 'Mist'. It is long up to the ancle. It also has a loose sleeve that covers your entire arm. It has a gold lining. And you'll also notice the school brand on the upper left side of the uniform gown. It says 'Metanoia High' with a torch and blue flame for the logo.

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.

ELIAS'S POV I stood in front of the mirror that morning as I buttoned up my uniform and adjusted my dark silver tie. The Mortlach Academy uniforms were stylish and made to intimidate unlike those of ordinary wolves in other Academies. The first year students like me wore black coats and pants with silver embroidery tracing the crest of our packs over the heart. The second year student wore a deep gray coat with black pants with the same silver embroidery while the senior year wore pure white coats and pants with Gold embroidery instead to show their seniority and strength.

I had almost forgotten about him even. He was dressed in a school uniform, even though it looked different from all the other male uniforms. His looked more stylish and wasn’t a simple dark green and white color combination like all the other uniforms I have seen. His had traces of gold embroidered in it, along with a gold and black embroidered patch on his left breast pocket.

"Are you planning to go out dressed like that?" Marguerite asked Harry. The young wolf turned his head toward her as he pulled the long black hooded cloak of the Council over his shoulders. He wore simple black cotton pants, and his leather combat boots were weary over them. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

He gave both of them a smile. "Good morning, Susan, Joan." ""Good morning."" He greets them and they greet him back. Susan had chosen a dark blue robe for the day that was embroidered with Ravenclaw's shield on her hearth's height. Joan, in turn, was wearing her traditional armor, without the gauntlets while eating her breakfast. Erik then looked around the Great Hall. The tables were almost full of students eating their breakfast. "Dimpsy." *pop* "How can Dimpsy help Lord Ravenclaw?"

He finally felt he'd earned a place among Lilith's favorites. They walked barefoot in a single file, like they were heading toward an awaiting reward to be handed to them one by one. The girls were all in cotton-white gowns that barely touched their knees, and the boys were in pale linen pants that hung low enough to bare the beginnings of their manhood. Everything was too light and too loose, all of them designed to be easily torn when their wolves began to let loose, ripping their skin from their bones. “Take your positions,” the wizard king called out, his voice booming in the crowd. Just like how the power he possesses always booms when he speaks at this time of the season.

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.

Theon “Where's Aldar?” Master Tsertinand asks, making way for the Headmistress to approach the camp. She's dressed unlike I've ever seen her before. The Headmistress usually opts for long dresses and cloaks that look gothic and ancient. But now she's dressed in a costume similar to what the protectors like Kiran wore while they were in the Guild, although it is pure white in color. The protector outfit suits her significantly, making it easier for her to blend with the surroundings and accentuate her strong frame.