Wizarding Dress Robes Novels & Stories

she replied. Her hands paused for a moment before she added softly, “Remember what I said. It is only ceremony. Just stand beside him. Do the ritual. Smile if you can.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “Smile,” I repeated. It sounded strange. Paula finished with my hair and moved to the robes. When she lifted them, I finally saw them properly. They were heavy and layered with dark embroidery that looked almost black. The sleeves were long and wide, and the collar rose high around the neck.

Was all I muttered pulling on the beautiful summer dress, the fabric a light white colour with beautiful purple flowers delicately placed around the entire dress. Being a rogue, we never get nice clothes, most of the clothes we do own are stolen from packs or other rogues. We can’t simply walk into a shop like any other regular wolf; most attached to a pack won’t think twice about attacking us. So, now getting to stand in such a beautiful dress, it was an odd but great feeling. With my hair soaking my back, I exit the room my clothes were being hung and straight into Leo’s bathroom again, searching the counter for some kind of hairbrush to tame my locks of extremely long hair.

I cleared my throat into the microphone. “Here’s the loser’s outfit for the next hour,” I announced, gesturing toward the door as my girlfriend walked in. Just like the last time, she wore the hideous outfit with dignity—though this time, she was a witch, not an alien. The crowd applauded, and I invited her to dance. She wore a long black witch’s robe with fabric deliberately hanging from her limbs, making it look several sizes too big. The hood draped over her head, but as I stepped closer, I saw she had pinned it back with several clips so she could see.

"Okay." The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye, and Robin brought Annabelle the dress she was going to wear to the dance. It was a white vintage long dress with puffed sleeves and a low-cut design. Annabelle put on the gown and stood in front of the 18th-century bronze mirror in the living room, looking like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. Henri glanced over, while Robin's melancholic blue pupils gained an additional layer of meaning. Annabelle felt embarrassed and couldn't help but complain, "You all look at me like this, and I don't even know where to put my hands!"

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

The colors were a harmonious blend of the northern and southern kingdoms' insignia - the golden lions of the north and the silver eagles of the south, intricately embroidered on the sleeves, chest, and hem of the garment. The robe itself was a flowing masterpiece, with billowy sleeves that cascaded down my arms like a river of gold. The collar was high and rounded, framing my face like a work of art. The chest was adorned with a gleaming silver brooch, shaped like the wings of an eagle, its eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. The hem of the robe was long and flowing, with a delicate fringe that swayed like a gentle breeze as I moved. Around my waist, a golden sash was tied, its ends hangi

DPOV My royal dresser eased me into an ornate, pure-white jacket adorned with numerous, silver buttons that vertically ran down my torso. Black fur lined its collar and hems, while metallic patterns swirled in between. Black trousers covered my legs, tucked into equally dark, knee-length boots decorated with lighter swirls. My brown hair fell around my face, lightly brushing my shoulders, as a lavish headpiece stood a foot tall atop my skull.

I guess they did not know who I was and why I was given the room of the late princess. After the bath, I was dressed in one of royal elven attire, which was a long robe hanging loosely over the shoulders. The gold waistband tied the flowing robe dress tightly around the body, as the layers dazzled over the toes. From both sides of the dress's waist, it had a cut exposing my bare legs. ' I guess Loren is going to be disappointed by my revealing dress since I have worn such clothing before in my life,' I said to myself, looking awkwardly in the mirror.

The tailors had produced some magnificent samples of clothes which could be worn. For the ladies, the robes were simply long flowing, falling unimpeded to the ground. Some tailors had added cuts of material to the robe which attached to the hands of the wearers looking like wings when the ladies gestured. Head dress was all the rage for the ladies and many different varieties of head dress were designed to accompany the robes of the ladies.

“And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.” “You’re so right!.. Gosh! This just gave me an idea for my debut! It would be awesome to have a Yule Ball themed party..” “Ooof… That would be so great!!!” The ballroom dresses were light blue with crystal laden bodice, mesh long sleeves and tulle skirt that reached the ankles. It has an open back which was covered by mesh in the same color in consideration of the school. “Wait… it’s them again!” “What are you talking about?”