Uniforms Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I said. Our food arrived, we ate in silence then headed up to our room for the night, I jumped into the shower and got into a pair of comfortable PJs, which is my Harry Potter set the bottom is the marauder’s map with a maroon singlet with the Harry Potter logo on it with the marauder’s map in silver behind it, dad’s face lights up with pride when I walked out of the bathroom.

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

She said as her eyes went wide, looking me up and down. "Oh please." I said sarcastically waving her complement off, while she laughed and I joined her. I was still wandering why she didn't answer my last question, anyways on the brighter side I've got a scholarship to attend, one of best schools in town. "Ready?." She asked handing me my blue school bag, as I took one last quick glance at the mirror. The uniform was made up of a blue below the knee flare skirt... A cross between high fashion and teenage boy fantasy... A white button up shirt, and a blue tie and finally a black blazer, that had the school's badge on it... Haven High School A.K.A HHS.

It is the school's policy to know who arrives on time and who is always late. When I entered the campus, I was greeted by my friends Azure, Yūgen, Hygge, Meraki and Axis. There is no difference in the uniform of boys and girls. We were both wearing a dark blue gown called 'Mist'. It is long up to the ancle. It also has a loose sleeve that covers your entire arm. It has a gold lining. And you'll also notice the school brand on the upper left side of the uniform gown. It says 'Metanoia High' with a torch and blue flame for the logo.

They had clear, bright skin, shiny, voluminous hair, straight, white teeth, and facial features fit for high-fashioned magazines, and yet their cruelty made them ugly in my eyes. I took in the details of their prestigious uniforms that vastly differed from mine. They wore a tailored black blazer that was finely pressed. The blazer had red piping around the collar and cuffs with our school’s crest embroidered on the left breast in gold. Underneath the blazer, they wore white blouses with lace trim around the neck and a deep red satin tie with a gold clip. They wore black pleated skirts with tights underneath them and shiny black shoes.

Zara’s POV The temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned. A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans. They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.

Only Yssy looked #wokeuplikethis and #nofilter ready in full makeup, a knit beanie, Warby Parker heavy-frame eyeglasses and gripping a tumbler of coffee that had been brewed in her fancy coffee gear (surprisingly allowed into camp considering how addicted she was to the stuff). Today, a month later, they’re snappier and all wearing Type B Uniform: white V-neck shirt, lower fatigues, white handkerchief in the pocket, belt and buckle polished to a mirror shine, and combat boots also polished to a mirror shine. Heat-pressed down the front of their shirts are the official Camp Unplugged ROTC crest and, below it, the logo “Bearing Under Pressure”. Still, nobody looks like they took a shower, whic

And also a large basket near the far wall stacked with the team's freshly laundered match uniforms. I crossed the room in ten steps. "Let's see how you like this." I thought to myself, shaking the first can. I went in on those uniforms without holding back. Yellow across the shoulders. Red down the front. Purple and blue cutting across in every direction like something that belonged in an art gallery and absolutely nowhere near a football field. By the time I stepped back to look at what I had done, it was a full ‘colour riot.' It was bright, chaotic and completely unwearable for anything that was supposed to be taken seriously.

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.