Slytherin Hogwarts Uniform Novels & Stories

Rhydor “Father, how do I look?” Sylvia twirled playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I looked at her and took in her appearance. Sylvia wore a fitted, deep maroon training set,tight but flexible pants tucked into sleek black combat boots, and a sleeveless leather vest over a long-sleeved black shirt. The vest bore our pack’s insignia, etched in silver across her chest. Her hair was tied into a tight braid, and thin, protective leather guards wrapped around her forearms. She looked every bit like someone ready to take on the battlefield,not just a spoiled Alpha’s daughter.

"I have lectures. Don't cause trouble, and don't make me come looking for you." I stepped inside the restroom and pulled the uniform out. It was a white shirt, a navy blazer with the Gryphon crest, and a pleated skirt. I stripped out of my jeans and pulled the skirt on. I straightened my blazer, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hallway to face the wolves.

He started seeing how eager they were to leave. Hakeem's observation suddenly made them realize how oblivious they were to their dressing. The uniform for Ketu high's girls was a white shirt, a deep red checkered skirt, and a tie topped with a black blazer. Veronica and Grace looked at each other with stupid expressions on their faces, wondering why they didn't think of how stupid it was running around with a dead body in their uniform. "He's right, we have to change. Come on." Veronica said and started to the stairs.

Dragons dark green, Basilisks black, Ogres yellow, Fairies and Elves a deep purple. I opted out of the standard uniform and dressed in just thick cotton lined leggings with a long sleeve black shirt. If I needed to shift I would tear it apart anyways. I also wasn’t offered an uniform and was trying not to think too deeply why that was. Bolton stood in his dark brown pants with red general’s jacket that made him stand out from all the rest. No one but him could wear red. I wasn’t sure if it was a Vampire thing or general thing though. Most of us headed out on foot with a few trucks filled with supplies following behind us. I gave my mom a wink and began walking once Bolton did.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Definitely not her. As she was busy eating she heard some whispers from students, but she doesn't care at all. She woke up early today, took a bath early, and wore her uniform so that she could eat here. She's wearing a white long sleeve shirt for her upper uniform, a black skirt that's has a length above the knee, and black boots. All of the students are in the same uniform, the difference is just their necktie color and their pins. The royal one has a royal pin in their collar together with the pin with their houses.

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

ELIAS'S POV I stood in front of the mirror that morning as I buttoned up my uniform and adjusted my dark silver tie. The Mortlach Academy uniforms were stylish and made to intimidate unlike those of ordinary wolves in other Academies. The first year students like me wore black coats and pants with silver embroidery tracing the crest of our packs over the heart. The second year student wore a deep gray coat with black pants with the same silver embroidery while the senior year wore pure white coats and pants with Gold embroidery instead to show their seniority and strength.