Official 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.

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.

The monarch of Firgatten, Meriden Zeros, the most powerful witch in all of Firgatten, got up from his seat, and everyone in the audience went silent. “Today marks the day our children follow in our footsteps and work toward keeping Firgatten the beautiful, powerful, and perfect city it is. We struggled for so many years to get to where we are today. We fought wars and battled with the harshest of weathers to live the peaceful and flourishing lives we do today, but we're getting old. It's time for the new generation to take on the mantle and lead Firgatten to greater heights. But first, they must prove their worth on this very ground today.” He spoke loudly, and everyone began cheering again.

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.

He said as he remembered their other physical activities. Everyone in class sage were resting under the shades of maple trees. They're so tired after they finished their P. E activities. Everyone was wearing their P. E uniform. It was a cotton white shirt with black lining on its every edge. The Black Owl logo was printed on its right chest and under it, the last name of the students were found. Their pants were also in black color. It also has two white lines in each side, and 'Lumiere Academy' were written in between it.

Monday came faster than expected and all students were dressed smartly in their school uniform which was a combination of light blue short sleeved shirt and grey slacks for the guys and a grey flared skirt which was just above the knee for the senior girl and pinafore for the junior girls. Jewel wore her uniform and complimented it with black high tops sneakers, her white socks showing. Her tie was loose around her neck and her hair was packed in a donut bun. She was just stuffing her back pack with books when Henrietta walked in.

I remember her saying once that she didn’t need to sleep all that much, unlike other witches due to her age. Sure enough, the Headmistress, already dressed for the day, answers the door. It’s strange to see her decked in modern, human clothes. Although she wears a pair of cargo pants and a buttoned-up shirt under a sweater, she still manages to look like someone who was beyond human. Her white hair is braided tightly down her back, not altered at all because nowadays, having dyed white hair was not uncommon. Even here in Cluj-Napoca, we’d seen people with hair dyed in multiple colors.

Quickly, I got out of bed and drew my curtains apart to let more light in before heading to the bathroom. After a refreshing morning shower, I got dressed in the school uniform that had been delivered the evening before. The uniform consisted of a crisp white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and short sleeves, paired with a pleated navy blue skirt that fell just above my knees. A thin, golden pin on the blouse bore the school's emblem – a stylised letter "A" intertwined with a laurel wreath. I slipped on my black knee-high socks and polished black shoes, feeling a sense of pride and finally feeling like I belonged in school as I dressed in the attire that would help me fit in more with the oth

Olina and I are still in her old room for tonight so we walk with the king and queen to that floor before separating. As we walk into Oly’s room I’m surprised when my eyes find the outfit my dad had told me about. Uniform doesn’t seem the right word. Its my dress blues. My formal uniform. It has the insignia of our pack, its tailored to fit me and he said he just had it updated last week as I grew bigger since I was 16. It has a matching tie, white shirt, slacks and shoes all lined up.

This girl -- she changed into retaining her breath. With a flash of the fast sword, the blade got here reducing head-on. Instantly, an extended incision was made on the gown. Helena's uncovered frame changed into cladding in a black outfit. The consultant of witches' evil. All the essential regions of her frame had been wrapped in black leather-based that resembled bandages carved with spell incantations. The relaxation of her pores and skin changed into every day in the shade and uncovered for all to see. Her pores and skin changed into a glittery and slippery searching oily sheen.