Hufflepuff Quidditch Robes Novels & Stories

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

But I was surprised to see how well the uniform fit me, even though it had looked big before I wore it. "It’s enchanted. It takes the size of the person who wears it for the first time after the spell." Lana said from behind me. "Witches are amazing." I said, checking my uniform in the mirror. Our cupboards had separate mirrors for each of us, which made getting ready much quicker. The uniform was nice and I really liked it. It was a navy-blue checked blazer with light brown piping, gold buttons, and the academy’s emblem on the chest. Beneath the blazer was a white shirt with a red collar. Red was the symbolic colour of our house. The outfit was paired with a pleated navy skirt, black knee-h

The heels were sharp enough to serve as secondary weapons, which in this school they probably were, clicking against the marble with the rhythm of a firing squad. The male students wore the same sharp suits but with trousers, though the hierarchy was on full display in the hallways. Most students wore their house color - Aqua Blue, Terra Green, or Ventus Yellow. But as I passed the Elite wing, I saw the Saints and the high-tier Light and Dark mages. They were the only ones permitted to wear pure white or midnight black uniforms, regardless of their house. It was a visual reminder that even in a world of magic, some were born more equal than others.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

Chambers - White Werewolves - Dark Blue Wizards - Dark Violet Alchemists - Dark Brown Fairies - Dark Green Shapeshifters - Black Levy looked at me with a frown face. "Tsk, should I just threaten Sir Vein and force him to put us in a class together?" I immediately burst into laughter. I think Levy is obsessed with me right now. This is why it's so hard to be charming. "Don't be down. We're already roommates. I'm sure the time will come when you'll get tired of this face."

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

Pushing the rest of my clothes inside the suitcase, I turned around heaving it to my side. Before I took a single step forward I looked in the mirror by my door. My black hair was long, coming down to my waist. My eyes were a dark grey, my face was average, and a small smile found its way on my lips. I was wearing a magic resistant robe overtop my clothing, hiding away my outfit, the robe was dark black with gold runes sewn into the fabric it even had a hood which I had pulled over my head. The robe fell all the way to my feet, but wasn’t long enough that I would keep stepping on it. I wondered if I looked like a capable witch.