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!
Judge me all you want, but I think Professor Vikander is so handsome, and just so…oh, if only I were his age. I hope he reads this. [Editor’s Note: Gross.]
I’m so over the couple that keeps filling Confessions with poems to each other. Please stop and just write directly to each other instead. [Editor’s Note: I concur.]
For those of narrow thoughts and minds, it shall lead to their own demise. If you choose to ignore what goes on around you and continue to live in a world of only a small circle, you are oblivious and invalid of casting judgement. Perhaps opening your circle and paying attention to what is really going on around you would make you at the very least look like you use half a brain. Embrace all around you and someone might mistake you for intelligent.
They say that what you do when no one is looking speaks volumes about the kind of person you are. If that’s true, there’s no hope for me.
I know we’re young, but I think I’m falling in love with her.
Is it weird to have a tiny crush on a Professor…?
I am so sick and tired of conspiracy theorists.
I have no idea how I managed to stay so calm when it went down.
It’s been three years with him, I think I’ll keep him forever. Scars and all.
It takes a lot not to laugh when the first years miss with colovaria and apologise repeatedly. My first year a group of us stayed up until everyone had gone to bed. In the morning, not a thing in the room was house colors. They still have no idea who was involved or that it was all my idea.