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’m getting Edna lace for Christmas.
I’m nervous of the feeling that settles in my belly when she recites poetry at me. It’s not a bad feeling. I just down’t know what it is when you can’t think of anything to say and it feels like frogs are bouncing in your stomach but you’re also absurdly happy???
I’m afraid of what the raven is warning us of.
I’m not scared of you. I don’t care what they say.
What is wrong with being called a potato? Everybody loves taters!
I might have accidentally re-wallpapered the walls, floors, and ceiling with an engorgio gone horribly right. But don’t worry, I fixed it.
I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now. Don’t you know I still believe? That you will be here and give me a sign.
I just finished writing my candy grams when I realized I forgot to sign almost all of them! I wonder how much chaos and confusion will ensue now?
I hate what you tried to mould me into.
I don’t want to just beat you. I want to decimate you. I want to make sure that you wish you hadn’t even taken this up. I want to utterly embarrass you, and all the others.
I’m struggling with the unknown of my future that’s why I haven’t been seen for a while other than classes and meals. I prefer solitude in my dorm