Official Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

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.

“What necklace is the sage talking about, Your Highness?” “Y-You can’t see it?” ‘Then why can he?’ Holly tried to hide her uncertainty, which soon was replaced by a scoff when she spotted something behind her. Clara turned to see the prince strolling towards her. Students who were lounging in the halls were gaping in the same direction. Why wouldn’t they? He stood out among the rest. Instead of the snow-white Blairean uniform, he wore his black royal suit, black and gold cloak trailing him.

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

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.