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!
Catharsis; no more tears will be shed for I have opened my eyes and can see the fool I have become for thinking about you in that way.
The library is my the only place that I feel safe: around books that might be strangers to others but where each page is like greeting a new friend.
I’m not sorry for what I said about your girlfriend. Given the chance, I’d say it again.
I have the biggest crush on you, you know this…..We kissed at the last party…..Why won’t you get it through your big head, you’re better off with me and not that girl..
Sometimes I feel like i’m just the side friend to be picked up when needed. And that no one really, needs me.
I wonder if they will ever realize, just how much we really do for them all.
Two years ago, I wrote a girl a love letter that was just lyrics from a 90s pop song. She’s a pure blood and had no idea. We’re still dating.
I fluctuate so much between absolutely serious and not serious at all, that nobody seems to be able to tell the difference anymore, and it gets me into trouble.
It’s kind of weird how we all have super powers and yet none of us are heroes.
I vanished all your socks. I’m not sorry.
I really want to know more about house elves but it seems weird to ask. Do they date and get married and have babies like humans? If a house elf works alone in a house, where do they meet other elves? Can I come to your wedding?