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 don’t want to stay at school anymore. I want to go home.
I think Ii have a crush on a seventh year slytherin. It was an accident, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even have a second thought about me.
I miss you , even if you don’t remember me. -Lone Lee
Apparently ‘attacked’ is synonymous with ‘pranked’ now. After last year’s horrors you’d think people would be more careful slinging such a word around.
There are too many cute people in this school, I am plotting to date them all somehow.
It would be really nice if we prefects weren’t micro-managed. We know how to do our jobs, thanks. [Editor’s Note: Some of us, anyhow.]
Because we are both single, I asked my housemate out to the Hallowe’en Bash because he was tall, dark and handsome. Now, I know he has the heart of a knight and a poet.
Well I thought I was at last about recovered from the vampire attacks last year, despite the dance theme. But then one of them was at the dance for some odd reason and it brought back unwanted memories.