Slytherin Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

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.

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

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.

Seraphina tracing scars with careful thumbs. We dressed in school uniforms—standard black blazers, white shirts, crimson ties, dark trousers or skirts. Nothing flashy. Nothing defiant. Just… us, in the clothes the system required. But the fang wristbands stayed on—black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs embossed. Subtle. Unmistakable. We walked to the cafeteria together—no powers, no hiding. Heads turned as we entered. Whispers followed.

Gemma looked around discreetly trying to find where these eyes were but once again, she was unable to. “Oh and one last thing” Serena said with a quick click of her fingers “All professors will be in golden/amber and white coloured clothing, such as robes or training ware. All Guardians and Vo-Suie’s will be in black, all first year training students will be in grey, second year in red, third year in blue, fourth year in dark green and anyone student you see in yellow and white mixed are those that are training in specialist subject such as healers, seers, medicine, magik and so forth. Some of them will have an element they work solely with and so will have that colour somewhere on their clo

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.

"Mr. Whalen?" Zorion didn't even take a look at Quirian, as if that just one more glance could smudge and taint his eyes. Raeleigh also looked at the source of the voice that had just spoken, Zorion. She didn't expect that it would've been his voice. She looked at Zorion, and her eyes fell on the school uniform he was wearing. Elkton University's uniform was royal blue. Girls wore royal blue skirts and white shirts, while boys wore royal blue shirts and black pants.