Hufflepuff Quidditch Robes Novels & Stories

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.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.