Novel & Cerita Severus Snape Robes

The six of them were dressed in white linen robes as if to emphasize their purity. Solan was the biggest of them all, standing at almost seven feet, he had a shock of white hair and a scar running across his forehead. Nero was the lankiest with a mop of brown hair, Severus was the shortest of the men and yet he stood at six feet, with purple-magenta hair. Julius had blonde hair, the same shade as Octavia’s, but that wasn’t the only thing they had in common. They both could pass for identical twins, except for the fact that they were of different genders.

With a heavy breath, Aurora squared her shoulders, wiping away the last of her tears. |The Seer's Cottage| The Seer and his daughter spun around, their eyes popping out of their sockets with terror. “Who dares enter this sacred space without permission?” the Seer demanded, stepping forward with his staff raised as he noticed a presence. His daughter gripped his arm with fierce intensity reflected in her wide eyes. Next, the whirl of light dissipated and a figure in black robes appeared. Her long, shadowy vines moved like snakes around her. Her skin shimmered like the light of the moon on ice, and her silver orbs held his gaze with uncanny intensity.

He took a long gander around the room, his expression unreadable, but a certain rise in his brow that said things were amiss. I turned my attention to the robes of the man in the middle and the rugged one to his left. They were created from a dark and heavy fabric, and embroidered with intricate threads in crimson and gold. Typically, when vampires wore clothing like this, it was a silent declaration of which house they reigned from.

I glanced at Severa, who was receiving help from other servants. Her gown was equally as exquisite, crafted of deep blue velvet that perfectly complemented her dark complexion. Silver threads woven into the fabric in patterns of intricate flowers, making the dress shimmer and gleam with every movement she made. A necklace of sapphires, that matched the gown's hue, graced her slender neck. "Severa," I called her over. Her eyes met mine through the grand mirror - a mixture of excitement and fear twinkled in their depths. "Yes, Mina?"

he instructed. The maidservants bowed and moved with immediately, making their way to his wardrobe. They quickly retrieved the surcoat and other necessary garments, ensuring everything was in order. Lucian stood rigidly in the center of his chamber while his expression was stern, a hardened mask of resolve. One maid approached with the dark, richly embroidered surcoat draped over her arms. She carefully unfolded it, letting the heavy fabric cascade toward the floor. With a gentle but firm hand, she lifted the garment and draped it over Lucian’s shoulders. The robe which was adorned with intricate patterns of silver thread, settled around him like a cloak of power.

The weight of his gaze was merely disgusting, and I knew that exchanging words with him would be a waste of time. I gazed at the dark blue robes, and couldn't help but notice the subtle distinction between the wearers. "All the dark blue robes are 7th circle, and that guy is an 8th circle huh..." I thought with a smile, my eyes fixed on the man in the middle, Lucifer. The dark blue robes, a symbol of power and authority, enveloped the figures before you. Among them, one individual stood out - Lucifer, a name that seemed to reverberate with an air of menace. His presence was imposing, his very being radiating an aura of strength and dominance.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

They reached class, and got to meet their second teacher of the day. It was a man with dark grey hair and big onyx eyes. He was wearing a dark purple robe with white underneath. The robe looked fancy looking, with the pattern of vines and a pair of dark purple ribbons on each side of its upper arm. There were also two long yellow straps like cloth on each of his shoulders that added a bit of light into his appearance. His face was sharp, but there were two bags under his eyes that signifies he was up late at night too often.

But I also didn’t want to look shabby—like a victim, miserable in my first meeting with the council. I walk into the room, my heart pounding, and see him with Severus, playing a game of chess on the coffee table. My breath catches as I observe him. He’s already dressed—regal black attire that fits him perfectly. His hair is in a bun again, and I secretly love this look. He rarely styles it; sometimes it falls in loose curls, other days it’s slicked back or tied up like today. He’s focused on the game, chin resting on his folded fist, eyes stoic as he watches Severus move his pieces. His brow furrows slightly, concentration etched into his features.

“And many do not wish to recall that memory, that loss, by speaking of it.” Malcolm knew the Magister would speak no more on the subject as he slipped his arms through the brown sleeves of robes embroidered in rose and laurel with threads of coral and jade. Malcolm quickly threw on his robs not wanting to be subject to the rebuke of the Magister’s impatient regard as he waited. There were other lessons that must be attended to.