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 struggled again today. Up until this point I have been able to keep it in, to conceal it, to make everyone else believe that everything is alright. It is becoming harder and harder, I needed to tell someone, or at least write it down. I see him, and I want to protect him, but what I study and read from my family journals tells me I should shun him, and worse. I don’t know what to do anymore, and the answer should be so obvious, but it isn’t, not like it used to be.
I’m such a sucker for your eyes, and if you look my way one more time I may melt into a pile of goo.
Don’t judge a book by its leather-bound, designer cover. Trust me, I’m highly complex.
I wish people would realise that I have feelings, even if I don’t show them.
I know I can’t have what I want, and while I don’t like it, I’ve kind of realised I’m going to have to learn to live with it. And I hate it.
Looking back over the last couple years, I think I’ve done pretty well for myself.
D’you ever get that feeling of deja vu?
The number 59 hath consumed me.
I’ve never felt more alone and scared than I have lately.
I actually kind of like Bartok. Don’t tell Essa.
I must confess I have the deepest feelings for Perse, and I’m totally not a OP member trying to get extra brownie points. (Editor’s Note: You might want to reveal yourself if you’re hoping for brownie points, mate.)