Slytherin Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

“Let’s do muffins. Any leftovers I’ll take with me and make the guys jealous.” She was laughing as he walked down the hall to Marie’s room. The door was opened, and he stood just out of view watching the four girls. A stack of Marie’s books had been knocked over and he decided that it must have been the crash that he heard. Marie had a sleeveless floor length empire waist dress in dark gray with bright purple trim and lace. He already knew that she chose that to pretend that it was her Hogwarts Ravenclaw uniform. Dee had a knee length pale pink tea dress with a navy sash and trim. Taylor had a similar dress with tiny white flowers all over the pale blue material with white lace at the hem.

Karl's funeral gives me the chance to keep my head down and maintain a low profile until Merlin's arrival the next night. She slips past the pack borders effortlessly, the same way she did the last time she had to bring me the potion that turned me into Lucy. Her cloak is spotless even though it drags on the ground behind her and flows around her body. Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye.

"Is this right?" I stepped out of the walk-in closet in my room and showed myself to Morris and Delaney, who were both sitting on my bed. Kozen Akademis's uniform consisted of an ornate, double-breasted, royal blue and crimson red coat, which was lined and embroidered with gold and had gold buttons as well. Around my neck, I had a forest green cravat cleanly fastened and adorned it with an emerald brooch that had the emblem of the academy on it. The phoenix and the dragon were on the upper half, and the lion and the wolf were on the lower half. From one lapel of the coat to the other, a couple of amethyst chains hung, securing the cravat from flattering.

T O M O R R O W I woke up early because it was 6 a.m. the royal families will come. I immediately took a shower and got dressed. I was wearing our school uniform and of course not losing the cloak. The cloak I'm wearing is green with the HU logo on the right chest, on the back is MONTREAL. its embroidery is still cursive and only moderate in size. At the bottom of it is written ALPHA. I just took my sword and tied it around my waist before going out and going to the grounds.

I don’t know exactly how the magic of the academy worked, but I already regretted that I could not get a couple of such lockers for the house. But for practice it was necessary to put on a marching suit. It consisted of a simple cotton shirt, a leather jacket with studs, and dark trousers made of durable fabric. The set was complemented by comfortable soft boots and a warm cloak, decorated with a silver buckle in the form of a griffin wing. The Larnian and I quickly cleaned ourselves up, had a little fight over the queue for the bathroom, and, as usual, went down to breakfast. August and Eitin were already waiting for us at their usual places. Our squad leader smiled broadly and waved his ha

"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."

Karl's funeral gives me the chance to keep my head down and maintain a low profile until Merlin's arrival the next night. She slips past the pack borders effortlessly, the same way she did the last time she had to bring me the potion that turned me into Lucy. Her cloak is spotless even though it drags on the ground behind her and flows around her body. Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye.

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.

His reflection greeted him in the mirror — tired eyes, defined cheekbones, a face too serious for his age. He looked to the bed, where a set of clothes waited for him. His new uniform. The colors of Caelron Academy — dark charcoal, with silver-lined seams and a deep navy sash. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light, magically reinforced but light as silk. He pulled it on slowly, piece by piece—snug, formal, and far too clean. The cloak draped over his shoulders like a symbol he hadn’t earned yet. A fresh start. That’s what they’d promised him.

It would learn real quick not to underestimate me. The N.O.V.A. pinged again. Orientation Countdown: 13 hours. Uniform ready. Portal transport at 8:30 AM sharp. I glanced at my black uniform hanging on the closet door. Midnight silk. Silver stitched collar. High waisted skirt with stockings. I touched it gently, then looked back at the packet, rereading each house again. Warrior wolves. Aristocratic shadows. Fire born rebels. Poison wielding masterminds. I had no memories. No family I could remember. No idea what house I belonged to. But the castle did.