Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

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.

The truth was simpler than that. I had fought too hard to claim that small space as my own. I wasn’t ready to give it up. The Headmaster nodded slowly. “A reasonable decision.” He reached into one of the desk drawers and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of clothing. “These are your uniforms.” He placed them on the desk. The material looked slightly different from the standard Rosewood uniforms. The back panels were clearly designed to open for wings. Another smaller bundle followed. “And these are your training clothes for both Physical Defense and Flight.”

It was at the herbarium. “Are you seriously making me wear this?” His eyes widen as he absorbed the outdated look of our old uniforms. It was the same color of the one that I was wearing, but its sleeves were longer that it would hide your hand and the skirt was long that it was reaching the floor. And that was not the worse part, for the wimple would cover the entirety of your face. You only had a peeking hole for your eyes. “Can’t you think of something else?” “Yes.” His face lit because of the thought, “I could knock them out for you.”

Definitely not her. As she's busy eating she heard some whispers from students, but she doesn't care at all. She woke up early today, she 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, and a black skirt that's has a length of above the knee and a black boots. All of the students are in the same uniform, the difference is just their neck tie color and their pins. The royal one has a royal pin in their collar together with the pin with their houses.

I walk through the hallways with my hands tucked deep in the pockets of my hoodie. The other students shove past me, throwing me disgusted looks and nasty glares. It used to make me want to crawl in a hole and die, but now, I hardly notice it at all. All of the students have special uniforms that are backless to accommodate their wings—well, all except me. If those idiots knew how to put their wings away then they’d be able to have a more diverse wardrobe.