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!
Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’m tired and I just want things to be simple. But they’re not.
You know you’re just pining over what you used to have. Regret, probably, but I guess we can’t all have absolutely everything we want, can we?
You don’t have a mirror big enough for your vanity, and you don’t have enough mirrors for all of your faces. You conveniently twist words and situations to suit your own delusions, and spout lies. Manipulator.
I know who you are, little monster. You don’t scare me, even if you might scare her. You’re messing with the wrong first year, only one of you is coming out of this fine. I promise it’s her.
You two are so not everyone’s favorite anything.
A cat didn’t puke a hairball on your pillow. It puked on mine. They all look the same so I just switched them.
There’s a prefect that scares me more than the professors, even when she’s trying to be nice. I think it’s the bat.
I have a crush on someone a little older than me. He is also taken..oh well; I’ll be invisible forever!
I hate that since you’ve gotten a gf, you’ve forgotten about your supposed best friend.
Don’t you just hate when you’re dropped because they are in a relationship?