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 wish I could be what you see
But what you see is a facade
And should you come too close
You’d be deprived of the sun
For I am winter
And the sun only exists
To remind me what once was
And will never again be
So I read wedgie person’s confession. Is it so bad to have a crush on someone, especially on a Gryffindor? If you see this as a threat, maybe we should meet face to face, and figure out who gets the worst wedgie.
I feel like I am invisible to most of the people.
I like to eat in the library.
I’ve seen this sixth year female lion and i have to confess shes rather cute. I’ve been meaning to ask her out to the bash but i confess I haven’t found the courage to do so.
Do you hate who I’ve become? Because I hate who I’ve become. I’m sorry for what I’ve become.
I’m afraid that I won’t graduate and get a job at the Ministry of Magic. The pressure of being in the final years can be overwhelming, exhausting, and makes me anxious.
I feel like giving up. What’s the point anymore?
Is it so crazy to want an army of nifflers? I’d be the richest person in the world!
I’m head over heels for you, and you’ll never know.
Living’s easier than dying most times. Dance when the moon sings, and don’t cry about troubles that haven’t yet come.