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 had a dream that I was married to my team’s Co-captain and we had a baby named Quin but it turned out to be a quaffle.
Even though i’m apparently nasty I like my cuddles
I keep thinking about that snog… Maybe we should give it a real try. Me and you against the world.
I don’t think I want to be with you, I just want to control you.
I think you’re a right foul git and can’t wait to see your world crumble around you.
I want to see you but I’m not ready to forgive you.
I volunteer as much as I do because I want to be remembered and I fear I’ll be forgotten.
I don’t think Rita Grey is that awful. I think she’s afraid. Afraid and alone.
I pretend not to care about things like this but… I wish just once I could win an award at the Winter Ball.
I don’t want to go to the ball.
I want to ask Foxclaw to the ball. Not romantically or anything. But out of all the people I’ve grown close to this year, she’s always made sure I was included. I owe her.
I wish I had someone to go to the Winter Ball with, but I don’t think that I am pretty or popular enough.