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 don’t get why people like to angst and doom and gloom, its FAR better to be upbeat and cheery. Better for your health both mentally and physically in fact!
Of all the things I thought might be real in the magical world, what we learned in Creatures class on the Tuesday before break blew my mind and gave me so much hope and joy. Never thought he’d be real.
I wish someone would ask me to be their date.
Its kinda strange why everyone seems to like this one first year in our house. Sure she seems nice but she always flat out ignores me. No amount of charm covers blatant rude.
I really want to try turning my hair pink or maybe lime green! But I’m too scared of a professor seeing me practice.
I hate the snow. I mean really hate it. Maybe I’m part plant or something.
I can’t get you out of my head, 59. Love me back will you?
I’m so bloody cold I wet myself for warmth today
I don’t really ‘feel’ at all. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but when everyone smiles and laughs with their friends, I just remain…how can I put it, cold? Maybe that’s the word. I’m not really sure what to do about it?
I don’t love you. I will never love you. My own children shall come to this school before I ever fall for you.
I didn’t think I felt anything, but the last few days I’ve felt so much. Fear, when I sleep. Anxiousness when I’m asked questions. Attraction when I look at certain people. Happiness when I’m with certain people. It’s all getting to be too much.
I suddenly realized that I am starting to dread going home to my family…to the point of making up stuff to stay at the castle over the holidays.
He stares at me in the middle of the night. I’m closing my eyes, but he hunts me down in my dreams. His hands grabbing, his eyes seeking me in the darkness. I wake up screaming, just to determine, that it wasn’t just a dream.
My Best Friend told this girl something about me that I didn’t do, and now I’m worried she won’t talk to me again. I haven’t even had a chance to Owl her over the holidays…