Rumour Has It is for the sharp tongued among us and, the people who claim to deplore gossip, but secretly read it all the same. Ruffled Feathers are for those who need help and advice.
Confessions are something entirely different. Got something you want off your chest? Need to scream it from the Astronomy Tower but can’t? The Owl Post is here to be your metaphorical Astronomy Tower
Confessions, rumours or Questions can be given to our friendly messenger owl that loiters outside The Great Hall, he takes any messages to The Owl Post, just have a few owl nuts handy!
“I often mimic the headmistress after she’s talked with me and actually have her tone of voice down to a T.”
“I let my pygmy puff out of it’s cage at night and let it eat my dorm-mate’s bogeys.”
“School is my escape from life at home, I’m dreading the upcoming winter holidays.”
“It’s been months since my break up and a day still hasn’t passed that I haven’t cried over it.”
“I’m not who I say I am…”
“Sometimes I steal pumpkins from Professor Wibault’s garden. Sorry.”
“I miss you. You’ve been gone so long and now I’m alone. But I’m moving on.”
“I’m terrified I let myself fall too far”
“It meant nothing”
“I’m afraid she will see herself as my equal and I will lose all leverage”
“I’m happy a certain Veela is taken so they can’t rain on my dance parade for the first time in three years snogging the guys I show interest in or am dating”
“Sometimes I like to try and rearrange the letters in my name like a former very great man once did. It makes me sad because the only real word I’ve found is ‘unachieved’.”