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 have started to hope you get turned by a werewolf.
I would fight you again if I have too.
My fiance has strange translations for things. The newest one is ‘baby trolley’. I think I need to get her a psychiatrist.
I love that I have been getting closer to someone as a friend and that they were willing to take a chance on me.
It was not your fault
It does not matter what anyone tells me, I still feel horrid over attacking my friends.
I really want to see my friends this summer but I’m embarrassed to show them where I live. Like, we don’t even have a hearth to use for flooing. I wish my family had more money, this sucks.
I have no friends because they were all stupid and weak. I’m probably better off alone.
She thinks of me as the sun, and is willing to burn, but its hard to believe when I spent so long wallowing in the dark. How can I be Apollo, when she is the one who brought light?
I feel bad for Lovelace. If she had been shown some simple compassion when she was first afflicted. None of us would have had to bleed.
Everyone seems to expect that my opinions are changed after what happened, but they’re not. I hate them more than ever.
Can I really trust her or was apologizing a big mistake…..I hope to Merlin it wasn’t.