Snape Robes Novels & Stories

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

He looked like a storybook sorcerer and a prince all at once. He was dressed in deep plum robes lined with black fur. A long, rune-carved staff floated behind his shoulder, and tiny charms jingled from his ears and neck. A sharp tap-tap-tap interrupted the whistling and Ron—the one from the past—looked up as a black crow pecked insistently at the greenhouse window with its beak, head cocked to the side like an impatient messenger. “Oh! You're back already,” Past Ron said excitedly, wiping his hands on his robe as he glided toward the window. With a flick of his fingers, the glass creaked open on its own.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

"Wait here" one man said as they left, shutting the door behind them, there was a desk in the room, on one side was a normal wooden chair, probably meant for me, on the other side was a wooden chair with red velvet like fabric covering the seat and back, it could be a throne, there were books on the desk as well as a green lamp. A man appeared behind me, and made me jump, "Oh, I do apologise child, didnt mean to startle you" the man was wearing a Severus Snape like robe, only the underside was red, and the outside was black, he had brown hair, gelled down.

“In honor of your birthday, I present you with a diamond necklace with a sapphire pendant and a bag of Scarlet Robe Tea. This tea is the rarest tea in the kingdom that nurtures our wolves, making us stronger.” Everyone gasped in surprise, and murmurs instantly broke out. Many of the nobles even stepped forward to take a better look at it.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

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. Ronan was next to me in robes of deep forest green and jet, the Bloodpine pendant over his heart stitched over his chest like a second breastplate. His jaw was set, his hands scarred, and gods, his eyes, he’d looked in my eyes only a month ago when he might have killed me and held them steady through every too-many grave after. But he met my gaze when I exhaled a shaky breath, and his fingers brushed mine in a silent vow. We made it.

"Gideon, do it now before she starts trying to shift." The old mage had stepped out of the shadows, his face pale as death, his grey robes smelling of burnt sulfur and something else… something ancient and wrong. He didn't have his wooden staff; instead, he held a small, jagged piece of dark glass in his hand, the edges glowing with a greasy, purple light that made my stomach turn instantly. Just looking at it made me want to vomit.

Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her. I picked up the last package while Bart answered the door. Lunch had arrived and I was starving but I wanted to see these robes. I opened the last parcel and the fabric alone was incredible. It looked like the night sky with pops of magenta, purples, blues, silver and white. How breathtaking! It’s just like the night sky… I held the robes up and saw that on the front was a cute bow in the same fabric that buttoned over the three clasps. It looked like the skirt was a bit fuller too. I slipped into the robes and saw that the cuffs drooped down about ten inches as they tightened up to my elbow. Oh! I love sleeves like that! I