Severus Snape Robes Novels & Stories

They claim I can’t get pregnant if they have sex but I’m not taking the risk. “Ready?” Austra smiles at me. I absentmindedly stoke the heavy red velvet robe that she hangs over my shoulders. The trim is made of the fur of rabbits that Gunther and Aminta hunted together. The chain which prevents my robe from falling off of my shoulders is fastened to the robe with two dragon scales. Showing my royal dragon lineage of reminding every queen after me that we have ties to the dragons. My gown is a floor length tight deep navy blue satin with a black lace overlay. The split is thigh high and the neckline shows a generous amount of cleavage. Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a

He had a homely face that you could easily forget and was clad in black from his neck down to his feet; from his long black coat over a black turtle neck shirt, slacks, and black gloves made of suede. "Oh, not the freak too..." groaned Lance. The guy, had slicked back black hair and wore big round spectacles. He looked at the charms, took out a white slate and a pen and started writing. "What is he doing?" Dorin asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Seb stopped writing and showed him the slate, [1st class charms and wards, also, a strong hiding spell] he wrote, pointing at a transparent band on his right arm made of a sort of liquid metal.

his chamberlain informed. Chaos stood from the couch. He was dressed like a prince from a different place. The princes and lords that Carysse knew were wearing trousers and tunics. But he was wearing a long robe which had the color of the deep ocean. Underneath his outer robe was another layer of white and gold clothes. His robe was studded with tiny stones that shimmered like the starry skies.

“Now for the ceremonial robes. These will mark you, Luna. Wear them with strength and purpose.” I followed her silently, feeling both weightless and heavy at once, a strange fire coiling in my chest. My hands were clammy, but I didn’t dare pull them away; I trusted them, though I still wasn’t sure I trusted myself. They dressed me in the Velkorin robes… soft, flowing fabric of deep crimson trimmed with gold. The material brushed my skin, clinging in some places, falling loose in others, and it carried an intoxicating scent of incense and iron. Every fold, every stitch, seemed designed to honor the power.

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.

He gave both of them a smile. "Good morning, Susan, Joan." ""Good morning."" He greets them and they greet him back. Susan had chosen a dark blue robe for the day that was embroidered with Ravenclaw's shield on her hearth's height. Joan, in turn, was wearing her traditional armor, without the gauntlets while eating her breakfast. Erik then looked around the Great Hall. The tables were almost full of students eating their breakfast. "Dimpsy." *pop* "How can Dimpsy help Lord Ravenclaw?"

Colors swirled within those luminous depths like galaxies being born: silver, gold, obsidian, and the faintest hint of crimson before finally settling in silver. His formal business suit dissolved like morning mist and in its place appeared robes that would have made bygone emperors weep with envy. Deep midnight blue formed the base, so dark it was almost black, but shot through with silver embroidery. The robe flowed around his tall frame as though gravity itself bent to his will. Silver clasps held the garment at his shoulders, each one carved with intricate designs. A high collar framed his face, adding to his imposing height and making him seem carved from marble by divine hands.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity. Next to him stood a woman, gentle in demeanor. She slightly tilted her head, her features delicate like a painting, her smile elegant yet warm, as though the very sight of her could bring the gentlest spring breeze. She must be the queen, Rose Blackwood—an epitome of grace, embodying the highest ideals of "dignity" and "gentleness." To the side, another woman stood quietly. Dressed in a flowing grey-green robe, she carried an aura of calm wisdom. Her gentle, compassionate presence was further accentuated by the slender staff she held, revealing her identity as the court sor