Universal Slytherin Robe Novels & Stories

Funny how he didn't give that crucial info before the selected started drinking and messing around, it was almost as if he wanted the unprepared ones unstable for the challenges ahead. We were given uniforms of red and blue with the royal sigil embroidered on them. Everyone got the same one regardless of gender or status. I had just finished putting on my boots when our door banged loudly with a gruff short message: "Time to go! You have two minutes to show up or risk getting left behind." "Thank God you dragged me out of bed. I can't imagine just getting up and trying to prepare in under five minutes. I pity those stuck with a hangover or worse blacked out," Nyla said, yawning as she swung

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

My eyes widened as I struggled to make sense of the situation. Suddenly, I felt warmth on my back as Ulysses draped his wizard robe over my shoulders. “Be careful,” he said softly by my ear. He wrapped the robe tightly around me, and it felt like there was something magical about it. Not a single fish touched me after that. “I’ll check it out. Don’t move,” he said. His touch had a strange power over me, and I found myself following his instructions without question. Meanwhile, Ulysses snapped his fingers, and the black raven that had been circling above came swooping down, transforming back into the bird-shaped brooch on his clothing.

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.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

But her fist was tightly clenched and she was shaking in hidden anger. The Headmaster took a white robe with red linings from the tray. It was a thin cloth with the symbol of the Rein Tribe stitched at its back. The symbol consists of two crossed swords and a white Halequin behind it. The Halequin was like the eagle that she saw in her dreams about the General Dana. Queen Elisa feigned a smile. "This robe represents your title and status as a Rein while you are in Krystalline Academy. Please accept this as the royal family's gratitude."

Ruby curtsied and started heading towards the door. "Ruby, you're still only wearing a slip." Phoebus reminded. "Oh, am I?" A bright light suddenly encased the witch's body for a second before disappearing again. Her purple slip was replaced by a red and white off-shoulder dress with a black collar. A red cloak was wrapped around her shoulder and the purple butterfly covering her right eyes was replaced by a red one. Her long silver hair was tied in a braid decorated by the same red butterflies. Ruby pulled the hood over her head and winked at the marksman before exiting from the door.

"I think you'll find you are already acquainted." Draped in what looks like a folded sheet of gray satin, clasped at one shoulder with a large golden pin, is Rosalynd. She doesn't look well. She is walking forward slowly, her eyes glazed over, under some kind of spell. To her right is her father, the grand warlock, Vincent. Three steps behind them is Slone, holding an athame in one hand and a book in the other. On her brow is a sick bastardization of the headdress of a high elvish priestess. Instead of silver vines of ripe fruit, the frame of the headdress shows black, bare branches, the fruit long gone, the leaves long dead. I rush forward, a sword of green light forged from the magic of my

Cordin wrapped him carefully in a soft towel and helped him pat dry, taking extra care not to irritate the gentle swell of his stomach and after they were done, they stepped out, only for Ron to see the robes gifted to him by his beloved spread out on the bed. He gasped in awe and the Queen Mother laughed, standing beside him. “Stunning, is it not?” Prince Ron had no words. Laid out before him was the most gorgeous attire he had ever seen. It was beautiful in the box but spread out before him like this, it just took his breath away.

Wendy moved to the wardrobe in the corner, carefully removing a garment wrapped in protective cloth. My pulse quickened as she unwrapped the traditional pack robes, the fabric shimmering in the soft lamplight. The white material seemed to glow with an inner light, almost luminescent, like the moon itself. Delicate embroidery adorned the edges—blue moons and stars, the symbols of Moonglow Pack, stitched with painstaking care. I stood on shaky legs, allowing my nightgown to slip to the floor and revealing the effort Wendy had put in earlier to adorn my bare body. With Bella and Wendy’s help, I stepped into the robes, careful not to disturb Wendy’s hard work. Wendy fastened the closures.