Hufflepuff Quidditch Robes Novels & Stories

It was a peaceful night for all and I know that it is a shifting night- which means many werewolves will be roaming around. I left the Palace with a hoodie on, it was not just a hoodie. One of my wizard friend casted magic on it...it's basically my source of protection. It is a black knitted hoodie that once I put on, made me invisible...like any other magic, it is for limited time only and my Hoodie has a 24 hours magic capacity. It was night. "Good night King Uncle." He went and kiss me in mu forehead. "Goodnight baby. Don't stay up too late, we will going to see your cousin's engagement tomorrow."

Changed to a black dress code and wore his head with a cap. He had a bag of safe contained potions. One blue that was in a large tube and the second green was set in a smaller test tube whereas the third one had already been deposited inside a needle shimmering in a bring purple cloth set inside a specimen bag and packed carefully in a small transparent containing case.

In a lighter shade of gray underneath it, she wears a mid-thigh length hooded sweater dress with black over-the-knee boots. We knew she was a council witch because all the witches from the council wear the same cloak design as her's, but in different colors. They are color-coded by what kind of magic the witch is linked to. Blue is for powers related to water, red for fire, green for earth, and purple for wind. I had never seen a gray cloak before, except today. The brunette completely ignored us and walked in Naomi's direction. I stand up and step forward, giving a warning growl.

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

Ruby curtsied and started heading towards the door. "Ruby, you're still only wearing a slip." Phoebus reminded. "Oh, am I?" A bright light suddenly encased the witch's body for a second before disappearing again. Her purple slip was replaced by a red and white off-shoulder dress with a black collar. A red cloak was wrapped around her shoulder and the purple butterfly covering her right eyes was replaced by a red one. Her long silver hair was tied in a braid decorated by the same red butterflies. Ruby pulled the hood over her head and winked at the marksman before exiting from the door.

If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean. I glanced one last time at my reflection, making sure that my makeup wasn't too much. I wore a pale lip gloss instead of bright lipstick, light brown eyeshadow instead of darker colors, and no mascara let alone eyeliner. Jess knew my parents would scold me if she saw me wearing too much so she always kept my make-up to a minimum. I let out a small sigh. I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight.

But considering that sorceresses tend to age slow, guessing their actual age could be a tough nut to crack, itself. The other party was dressed in a long, light blue robe and her collar and cuffs were both trimmed with soft fur. Her robe was covered in shimmering snowflakes and on her head was a hat of fur and snowflakes that looked a little like a crown that sparkled like an icy flame.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

Yvayn bowed to the old wizard. “It is good to see you young man. Now give me a hug.” Yvayn stepped up and hugged him and kissed him on both of his hairy cheeks. He was wearing a long purple satin robe trimmed in a band of golden flowers backed in a layer of blue satin. He wore a skullcap of purple satin that was trimmed in a golden rope and divided into twelve pie-sliced shapes each divided by a thin gold band. He had on a matching purple tunic under his robe that was trimmed with golden flowers and a golden rope wrapped around his waist. On his legs he wore long black leather boots that were turned down at his knees with dark purple hose underneath.

We walked toward the so-called thrones for Max and Ari to sit while Rosa was supposed to stand next to Ari, and I was supposed to stand beside Max, but I pulled her, so we stood behind her so I could hold her hand without anyone knowing. She, as usual, glared at me while I just let out a low chuckle. My girl was just too cute. The wizards and witches began entering the hall, and they all wore their robes. It was really a sight to behold. Suddenly, I felt Rhun getting restless. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer, and I was struck by a scent I had never smelled. It was like I was surrounded by all sorts of flowers- refreshing yet calming.