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 a badger, and I stole Crawford’s perfume.
I wasn’t sure if I really fit in here, but after charms class, I’ve never been prouder to call myself a badger.
I..um… I took it. I uh, love the way roses smell so I took it, but then I dropped it in the stairway, and it broke.
Aye, it was me tae, Professor. Y’see, we’ve always learned tae cast, ye need tae focus. And nay one of us could focus for t’at stench in t’e air! It was for t’e greater good
That’s not right! I stole it, I uh… I wanted to give it to someone…Ya know, b-because I thought she might like it!
Stop lying, Sam, it was clearly me. I liked the smell so much that I just /had/ to take it for myself,
I took it I needed it for some Turkish delight, it wasn’t smelling rose enough..
You are all wrong, I took it because I’m allergic to the perfume.
Crawford had it coming.
She only had herself to blame
If you’d have been there
If you’d have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same
If you ever touch a hair on his head with ill intent you will be surprised what will happen to you afterwards.
I know you did it. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you regret bullying me.
I’ve started to feel a certain way about you, but these feelings terrify me to my core…I’m not sure what to do, I feel lost
Why do you hurt me like this?
Every time I try to look for an exit, to run away, you say the right thing that makes me stay. I’m terrified of getting hurt again, but maybe you’re different…
I want to steal those sugar gliders and keep them for myself.
Last night was an unexpected dream.
Your words mean nothing to me anymore. Especially when your actions say the opposite of what you try to convince me.