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!
These posters are a bloody nuisance. Fox ought to start charging for ad space.
You could USE a bit of pain, you whining whelp.
Anyone else feel like walking the hallways are getting a bit more dangerous every day?
I swear, my roommates talk in their sleep about fish and chips every night to the point I wake up craving them for breakfast.
I owe a debt to someone I hate and the idea of having to repay it makes me sick. She’s disgusting. How could I want to help that thing?
No matter what you do, behind your back there are hundreds, certain that their own solution is the sounder one, and that your decision was the by-product of a whimsical dart toss.
Where there is evil; I am.
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Seriously. I think someone cast gemino on a coconut because there’s a bunch in my dorm right now.
I really am done playing nice.
I hear they really know what they’re doing.