Official Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

"First day of classes! Aren't you excited?" "Thrilled," I muttered, dragging myself to the small bathroom attached to our room. The uniform waiting in our wardrobe was a surprise. I'd expected something traditional, conservative. Instead, it was modern and form-fitting—black pants, a crimson silk shirt, and a black blazer with the academy crest embroidered in silver thread. A wolf and a human, circling each other eternally. "We look amazing," Sophie gushed, admiring herself in the mirror. "Like we actually belong here."

He started seeing how eager they were to leave. Hakeem's observation suddenly made them realize how oblivious they were to their dressing. The uniform for Ketu high's girls was a white shirt, a deep red checkered skirt, and a tie topped with a black blazer. Veronica and Grace looked at each other with stupid expressions on their faces, wondering why they didn't think of how stupid it was running around with a dead body in their uniform. "He's right, we have to change. Come on." Veronica said and started to the stairs.

For example, the Knight Division, I’ve decided for them to still maintained a little bit of their plates armor for a part of their Uniform. After all, Fantasma is a fantasy world and I wanted to stick with the theme, beside it looks rather good anyway. The most flashy uniform of all, I supposed is the Mage Division, not only they have a palette colour of blue and white, but they also have a short cape on their right shoulders and also naturally a standard issued military grade wand on their hips. These fulfill my imagination of how a modern military Wizard should looks like.

At the beginning of September, the first day of school officially arrived. I woke up to the loud, persistent blare of my alarm clock. Stepping into the bathroom, I used a pair of shears to trim a few strands of hair into a sharper, short layered bob, the jet-black locks framing my angular face. A steady sip of Nanny Mary’s herbal medicine each week had completely suppressed the abnormal transformations. No more wolf ears, no more feral blue irises. I looked up at the Blackwood High School uniform hanging on the rack. Unlike previous years when I had resignedly wrapped myself in a baggy, frumpy long skirt to hide my thin, trembling legs, today I decisively chose the straight-leg uniform trous

I am not really sure what the mechanics are because, to make it fair, just like how every tournament was held in Purple Hill, whenever a family is joining, someone else decides on the mechanics. I prepared myself as I wore the warrior uniform that my mom had created for all she-wolves. The uniform is an all-black body suit that hugs every curve of my body. The body suit was designed to be a camouflage, especially in the dark. The reason why it was so tight-fighting was not for looks, even though our male warriors beg to disagree, but for flawless movement and flexibility. I was almost in the dining area when I heard the sound of laughter and loud whispers. Everyone turned to look at me the m

“We’re here, Miss.” She was startled when she heard the driver’s voice and realised she had just been sitting and staring like an idiot. “Sorry. Thank you,” she mumbled, grabbing her handbag as she got out. There were students everywhere in the same uniform that she wore: black pleated skirts for the ladies and black trousers for the guys, white shirts, and they all had maroon blazers. She noticed, though, that the others had different-coloured trimmings around the lower sleeves of the blazers.

I adjusted the books I had in hand as I began my way towards the designated classroom. Students filled the hallways now, flowing in loose clusters, some laughing too loudly, others walking with practiced confidence as though they already belonged here. Their uniforms were tailored, bearing family sigils embroidered in fine thread of gold, silver, deep blues and greens. First years weren't getting their uniform till the end of today, forcing me to strut with my black flay skirt, blue shirt that matched with my shoes and black leather jacket. Through it all, I felt painfully aware of myself.

She said, pointing to a stubby gargoyle who walked in from the boy's side of the hall. A laugh that was being held back from Daisy, her face was a strawberry from that comment Headmistress Light Heart said. I looked up, and it was another Gargoyle, but the weird thing is instead of a cloak like us, he had to be wearing the same jacket as Crag and Hades. I'm guessing all of them wear it. Another weird thing is he didn’t look tough like the rest more of a baby face, he wore it he looked more decent and soft his dirty brown hair was combed back he didn’t have any scratched like the others. Even his outfit looked perfect.

But there are still occasional gatherings, like the opening ceremony of the new year, and the opening ceremony of the Olympus festival. The hall was so large that people walking from one side to the other got tired of putting gold-encrusted wooden tables on either side, of course the main course was still blood. Around Vampires from 5 schools all over Vampire's World came to greet each other. Elegant male students in school uniforms designed in the style of earls. The female student is graceful and graceful in a flared skirt with stylized lace patterns used in competitions like this. It must be added that the school uniforms of Vampire schools are usually one style per occasion, so in total

Madelyn was dressed in her high school uniform. The Ventrocloud High School uniform wasn't like the usual baggy uniforms in most schools. Instead, it was a sophisticated black ensemble that looked very authoritative. Even her shoes and backpack were different from the regular ones. They were made of exclusive material to stand out from the common ones.