Hufflepuff Quidditch Robes Novels & Stories

"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.

- Now, allow me By taking longer than necessary to introduce Amandel, Noten, Brunette and especially ThFeuer opaln!" To your service!" - When Amandel, Noten and Brunette said, standing in a line. Then they hung two yellow hoods and one light green on the coat rack; and also, a sky blue with a long silver tassel. The latter belonged to ThFeuer opaln. Being an enormously important dwarf; in fact, none other than the great ThFeuer opaln

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

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.

Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her. I picked up the last package while Bart answered the door. Lunch had arrived and I was starving but I wanted to see these robes. I opened the last parcel and the fabric alone was incredible. It looked like the night sky with pops of magenta, purples, blues, silver and white. How breathtaking! It’s just like the night sky… I held the robes up and saw that on the front was a cute bow in the same fabric that buttoned over the three clasps. It looked like the skirt was a bit fuller too. I slipped into the robes and saw that the cuffs drooped down about ten inches as they tightened up to my elbow. Oh! I love sleeves like that! I

They waited for almost a minute but the water didn't change colour at all, she bit her lips together. As she knows, the academy has five types of houses. It depends on what power you contain, if blue then you have water, red for fire, gold for ground, and white for air. And yellow for being normal, that you don't have any powers at all. Instead of feeling down she's happy, she's really happy! That she's normal, she heard the discrimination about between the being ordinary but she doesn't care at all.

I could see his Blue colour robe hanging on his built as the smoke and lighting was making it difficult for me to see his full profile. Now he took another step, he was in red satin hoodie with his name scribbled on his back. I saw some girls trying to reach out for him over the fencing wire but he didn't budge. He proceeded ahead while his hands went to his robe leisurely. Everyone in the warehouse looked alert with all their senses. The club went on pin drop silent for a second when he untied his robe made it slip through his shoulders. I heard loud gasps of both girls and boys. Their breathing sound was reverberating around the walls and mine too.

In the next moment, the green-clothed girl disappeared from where she stood and reappeared next to a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. The man possessed a pair of maroon pupils and had his hair tied neatly behind his back. Both sides were black with purple going through the middle. His long robe was a mixture of purple and white fabrics. His lapel was woven from snow-white wool and feathers. Hanging from his waist was a palm-sized Zijin gourd.

"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?"