Uniform Fittings
Miruna’s heart fluttered as she wheeled out into the corridor with the group, adjusting to the new feel of her enchanted wheelchair. The smooth glide and effortless maneuverability made it easy to navigate, but more than anything, it gave her a sense of control after everything that had happened. She paused just outside the infirmary wing, waiting for the last of the students to emerge.
A few moments later, Alaric appeared from the door, looking a little disheveled but none the worse for wear after his own healer appointment. His dark hair was slightly mussed, and a faint look of annoyance crossed his features as he caught her eye.
"Everything alright?" Miruna asked softly as Alaric approached, his eyes darting towards her wheelchair.
He shrugged, adjusting the strap of his bag. "Yeah, just the usual nonsense. Turns out I'm not nearly as invincible as I thought." He gave her a crooked smile, his attempt at humor only half successful, as if he was still preoccupied by whatever had happened in his session.
Miruna nodded, not pressing him further. She knew all too well the weight that came with unexpected revelations, especially when it came to something as personal as health. Her mind flickered back to her own session with Healer DeVayne and the blocks that had been placed on her magic, the feeling of pressure and then unconsciousness... the memory was still too fresh. But she shook it off. There would be time to process that later.
Together, they rejoined the group that had gathered in the corridor outside the infirmary. Professor Lyara was standing at the front, her posture as straight as ever, a small smile of approval playing on her lips as she watched the students. Her elegant robes swept the ground as she turned, gesturing for them to follow.
“Now that you’ve completed your medical evaluations, we’ll be heading to the Tailor’s Quarter,” Professor Lyara announced, her voice carrying over the murmurs of the students. “This wing of Crystalline Peak is where you’ll receive your official uniforms, tailored to your specific needs. But beyond just your uniforms, it’s also where many of you may choose to pursue apprenticeships or even learn the finer arts of magical tailoring and enchantment.”
Miruna and Alaric exchanged a quick glance, both intrigued by the mention of apprenticeships. Miruna had never considered tailoring as something she’d be interested in, but here, with all the magic woven into every part of life, even something as seemingly simple as fabric seemed to hold a deeper significance.
As they began walking (or in Miruna’s case, wheeling), the group fell into a comfortable pace, following Professor Lyara through the wide corridors of the castle. The route took them deeper into the heart of Crystalline Peak, the walls adorned with tapestries and intricate carvings that depicted scenes of past students and legendary tailors. Magic shimmered faintly in the air, and the warm glow of sconces lit the path ahead.
“Many of you will find that your uniforms here are unlike anything you’ve worn before,” Professor Lyara continued, her tone matter-of-fact but with a hint of pride. “They are enchanted, of course, to grow with you, adapt to your needs, and protect you in various ways depending on your areas of study. Tailoring is an art form in our world, and here at Crystalline Peak, we take great pride in our tailors and seamstresses. Some of the best in the magical world have trained within these very halls.”
Miruna’s thoughts drifted as the professor spoke. She wondered what kind of uniform she would receive. Would it be adjustable to accommodate her new prosthetic leg once it arrived? Would it resemble the Hogwarts uniforms that her parents had told Harry about? It felt strange, stepping into this new life so suddenly, leaving behind the isolation of the tower and entering a world of endless possibilities.
They rounded a corner, and ahead, the grand entrance to the Tailor’s Quarter loomed. Unlike the sterile, bright hallways of the infirmary wing, this area was filled with warmth and creativity. The double doors were made of polished oak, intricately carved with swirling patterns of thread and needles entwined with magical symbols. A soft hum of magic emanated from beyond the doors, a palpable sense of energy and creation that made Miruna’s heart skip a beat.
Professor Lyara pushed open the doors, and the group stepped inside. The Tailor’s Quarter was a vast, open space filled with bustling activity. Seamstresses and tailors worked at various stations, their hands moving swiftly over fabrics that shimmered and shifted with each stitch. Rolls of cloth floated above workstations, glowing with enchantments, while mannequins stood on raised platforms, each one dressed in a different version of the school’s iconic uniform.
Long tables stretched across the room, covered in various enchanted sewing tools—needles that threaded themselves, scissors that cut without touching the fabric, and measuring tapes that hovered in the air, adjusting automatically to a student’s form. The scent of fresh fabric, mixed with a faint, sweet magic, filled the air.
Professor Lyara led the students further into the room, gesturing towards a series of smaller workspaces along the far wall. “Each of you will be assigned to a seamstress or tailor who will make any final touches on the uniforms you will receive. They will be based off of. Your sizes that we recorded when you accepted your place at CPSAM. Some of you may wish to personalize certain aspects of your clothing, but do keep in mind that all uniforms must adhere to the school’s standards of appearance and functionality.”
As they moved further in, Miruna’s eyes wandered across the room. Tailors worked diligently, casting spells with a flick of their wands to alter the cut of a sleeve or change the color of a fabric. In one corner, she noticed a student in an upper year, her uniform embroidered with intricate silver threads that seemed to sparkle in the light. The attention to detail was breathtaking.
Professor Lyara’s voice broke through her reverie. “For those of you interested in pursuing an apprenticeship, we offer classes here in advanced tailoring, where you can learn to weave magic into fabric, create enchanted garments, and even develop your own designs.”
Miruna’s curiosity piqued at that. She had never thought of clothing as something so integral to magic, but here it seemed to be an art of its own. The thought of crafting something that could both protect and enhance her magic was intriguing. She filed the idea away for later consideration.
The group began to disperse as tailors approached, guiding students to individual stations. Miruna glanced at Alaric, who gave her a quick nod before he was whisked away by an elderly seamstress with a bright smile.
Soon enough, one of the tailors—a tall, thin man with silver-rimmed glasses—approached Miruna. His robes were a deep navy, embroidered with golden thread, and his sharp, observant eyes gave off the impression that he missed nothing.
“Miss Potter, is it?” he asked with a slight bow. “I am Master Tailor Elen, and I will be finalizing your uniform today. If you’ll follow me, we can begin.” He gestured towards one of the smaller workstations, his wand flicking in the direction of a hovering measuring tape, which immediately sprang to life.
Miruna nodded and wheeled herself forward, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to expect from this process, but she was eager to see the result.
As she settled into her station, Master Tailor Elen gave her a warm smile. “Let’s see what we can do for you, shall we?”
Miruna settled into her station, anticipation bubbling in her chest as Master Tailor Elen walked toward the wardrobe by his station. With a flourish, he opened the doors to reveal the full extent of her Crystalline Peak wardrobe. Her eyes widened at the neatly arranged clothing, each piece carefully crafted and exuding elegance and magical practicality.
"Your full wardrobe," Elen said with a smile, gesturing for her to take a closer look. "Crafted specifically for you, and enchanted for your comfort and protection."
He began to explain each section as he pulled out the various items. First, he gestured to the tops. "These are made of enchanted frostweave, a special blend of moonlight velvet and elven silk. It will regulate your body temperature and provide mild protection from stray spells. You have twenty of these—ten in long sleeves, ten in short sleeves. They come in white, silver, brown, and black. Five white, two silver, two brown, and one black of each sleeve type. The bishop sleeves add a bit of elegance, don’t you think?"
Miruna ran her fingers along the fabric of a white long-sleeve shirt, marveling at the silky coolness. It felt as light as air yet sturdy, and she could already tell it would adjust to any climate she encountered, from the chill of the mountain winds to the warmth of the sun.
Next, Elen pulled out the skirts, each neatly folded. "Here are your ankle-length skirts—eight in total. Four in dark blue, one in black, one in brown, and this special blend of white and silver," he said, holding up the shimmering fabric that sparkled subtly in the light. "The same colors apply to the knee-length skirts as well. You have eight of those."
He continued, showing her the pants. "Eight sets of pants, following the same color scheme—dark blue, black, brown, and white-silver blend. All designed to be comfortable yet durable for your studies, travels, and whatever magical adventures you might find yourself in."
Miruna’s eyes flitted across the array of clothing, already mentally piecing together outfits. The colors were practical but offered enough variety to keep things interesting.
Elen reached into the wardrobe once more and pulled out a pair of calf-length brown lace-up boots. "You have two pairs of these. They’re charmed for durability and warmth, especially useful for trekking across the grounds or the surrounding wilderness."
Miruna nodded, appreciating the practicality of the boots. They looked sturdy enough to withstand whatever rough terrain she might encounter, and with the looming excitement of classes ahead, she could only imagine where her journeys would take her.
Master Tailor Elen then moved to the robes. “These are your deep blue robes with the Crystalline Peak coat of arms embroidered over the heart in silver thread. Two sets in total. They are enchanted to resist weather and light magical interference. Suitable for everyday wear, formal events, or whenever you want to feel particularly connected to the school's heritage."
"And for layering during the colder months," Elen added with a smile, reaching into the wardrobe again, "you'll also need this." He pulled out a midnight blue sweater vest, soft to the touch and tailored to her measurements. The Crystalline Peak coat of arms was embroidered over the heart in silver thread, gleaming softly in the light. "This is made from enchanted wool, offering extra warmth while still being lightweight."
Miruna took the sweater vest, admiring the craftsmanship. The material was warm without being bulky, and it would be perfect for layering over her shirts on chilly days.
“And of course,” Elen added, pulling out a leather belt, “a belt to carry your essentials. It's versatile and sturdy, designed to hold various items you may need throughout your day.”
Miruna examined the belt, noting its numerous loops and clips for attaching bags, pouches, or anything else she might need to carry. It was simple but necessary, tying the whole outfit together with practicality.
He then presented the cloaks. “Two short summer cloaks, also in deep blue, with the same silver coat of arms. These will be lightweight for the warmer months, but the magic in the fabric ensures that you’ll be comfortable no matter the temperature."
Miruna admired the sleek design of the cloaks. They were simple yet elegant, and the large, draping hood gave them a timeless and practical appeal.
“And lastly,” Elen said, pulling out two winter cloaks, “your winter cloaks. Lined with moonlight velvet, these will keep you warm even in the harshest weather. The white sparkling lining adds a bit of beauty to the function, don’t you think?”
Miruna touched the soft, luxurious interior of the cloak and immediately felt the warmth radiating from it. The deep pockets and large hood gave it a practical edge, but the sheer comfort of it made her feel wrapped in a protective embrace. She could almost imagine walking through snow-covered peaks, the cloak shielding her from the cold.
"Now," Elen said, stepping back and looking at her expectantly, "try it all on, make sure everything feels right. And if you'd like to make any adjustments, I'm here to assist."
Miruna, with a growing sense of pride and excitement, carefully slipped out of her chair and began to dress in the uniform. Each piece seemed to magically mold itself to her form as she put it on. The pants were snug but comfortable, the tunic and robes draped over her shoulders with effortless grace. The boots fit perfectly, and the cloak, when she fastened it around her neck, felt like it had always belonged there.
Once fully dressed, she glanced at herself in the mirror. The uniform was unlike anything she'd ever worn. It wasn’t just clothing—it was an embodiment of her new life, her new journey. The enchantments imbued in the fabric made it more than just protective—it made her feel capable, prepared for the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
Elen, watching her carefully, smiled as she turned toward him. “Well, how does it feel? Any changes needed?”
Miruna shook her head, her voice quiet but confident. "It’s perfect."
"Good," Elen replied, pleased. "You're all set. Your altered uniform will appear in your room tonight once you have your living arrangements. Welcome to Crystalline Peak."
With a final nod of gratitude to Master Tailor Elen, Miruna felt a surge of readiness as she wheeled herself back toward the group. Dressed in her new uniform, her mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, the excitement of the unknown mixing with the comfort of finally being in a place that felt like it could be home.
“Okay group! Our next stop is the Staff Guild.” Professor Lyara announced as she motioned for the group of newly clad students into the hallway. “The guild is located by the Forging Rooms down in the basements of the main castle. Hurry along now.”