Confessions

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!


If the boys in the school did some of the things that the girls in the school have been doing, it would be much more obvious how creepy it is.

You ruin everything.

You make me feel alive again.

Sometimes being around you feels like playing with fire. I don’t think I want to get burned anymore.

I can’t help it now. I hate you.

Love him, hate him, love him, hate him..

You are what I think about as I fall asleep, and my first thought in the morning.

I ran out of flowers to massacre to decide on my love for you

I wish you had never come to this school.

I can’t believe the guy I’m snogging friendzoned me

So much drama, but I’m just happy about the snow!

I don’t understand that girl. All she does is throw filthy looks, but doesn’t have the courage to say what her problem is. I suppose Durmstrangs aren’t as brave as they want us to think they are.


Got your own confession just begging to be told? Drop us an owl and tell all!