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 am working so hard to make sure I pass the N.E.W.T.S! It’s just unfortunate I am missing out on a social life. I miss my friends, but I want to have better grades. I really hope they understand.
I wanted to ask her to the dance. Instead I just watched from the wall. Now I am sure I have no chance, she looked so happy. Who am I to come between her happiness?
I feel like I’ve known you forever. Maybe that’s the time we’ll have together.
Maybe I’m a fool, but I’m convinced there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
It’s rather satisfying to see the long awaited truth begin to expose itself.
It all has a way of coming back to you… treat people like puppets, and they’ll eventually see you for what you really are.
I can’t help but notice how your colours have changed.
I felt out of place at the dance. I had no date. Didn’t get to dance. But the most entertainment I got was you. Hope you meant that you wanted to be friends.
I’m nowhere near as talented as my friends think I am.
You want to know why we don’t hang out much anymore? Because you’ve become so self absorbed. Try getting your nose out of the books every once in a a while.
You speak with a smile but there’s venom in your words. You want to twist me to your convenience and make me into your image, and then discard me when you’re bored. But I’ve figured out your game, and now you’re not so pleased with me. Worried I’ll ruin your chances of turning someone else into your plaything, maybe?
I’m dreading coming back to school.
I’ll never be good enough for everyone, so all I can do is try to be good enough for myself.
I didn’t think that the stuff in fairytales and poetry was real… You’ve proven me wrong.
I’m learning that it seems more and more like people only care about the things that benefit themselves. Is it selfish to want to withdraw from everyone because of that?
My friends have become my true family and I’ll be forever grateful. The memories we’ve made together are worthy of being stored and relived in a pensieve.
I don’t like talking about Lovelace because I’m scared she’ll come back. I’m scared we’ll have to go through it all over again. I’m scared someone won’t make it out when there’s a next time. I’m scared it will be someone I know. I’m scared it will be me. I’m scared that people will misunderstand and things will get worse. I’m scared that I won’t ever get better and this fear is just something I’ll always carry.
I think i might be the only person in the school that misses glitterbombs.
I still wonder about whether the chicken or the egg came first.
It’s not that you weren’t good enough. You just weren’t right.