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!
Editor’s Note: Rumour Has It will be a year old next week, a special edition is being put together. Got a favourite Rumour? Let our owl know or speak to Saffron Foxclaw, Tara de Barbarac, or Persephone Hyland
I just got rejected for the first time, and it HURTS. I hate growing up. I want to go back to how it was when I just looked at everybody as my friend. Now everybody is hot. This is the worst.
I’m jealous of them, even though I want them to be happy. And I’m meant to be their friend.
I’m half-tempted to freeze part of the lake (if the weather doesn’t do it first) so we can all go ice skating.
I’m not sure this is going to work.
Sometimes I like to go down to the deepest part of the dungeons and dance with the ghosts there.
Secretly, I wish I were someone’s sweetheart. Though next to my friends, who’d look at me?