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!


I feel invisible even when I’m wearing girls clothes. It always startles me when someone notices I’m a boy and not a girl. Is this normal? I wish there were other boys like me to talk to about it.

I really REALLY don’t like Pygmy puffs all that much.

I’m a Hufflepuff but wearing yellow all the time out of uniform just irritates me. There’s nothing particularly BAD about yellow, I just also want twenty other colours is all. Is that so much to ask?

My mother mistook me for my big brother during a visit to Hogsmeade. I’m not sure if that is a comfort or makes me sad. On the one hand I’m unremarkable enough to be easily mistaken for my T R E E of a sibling; on the other hand, if I royally screw up my brother will get the howler instead of me.

I really miss mom and dad’s home cooking. The food at Hogwarts is tasty enough English fare, but the elves never get the Hummus or tandoori chicken right…

I was convinced Sphinx cats were just more sociable house elves until about a week ago when someone told me they were cats.

That feeling when the Howler’s sent separately by your mom and dad for not writing enough start to argue with each other and piss off every cat in the dorms…I’m sorry the beds smell like pee, I swear I’ll fix it.

Becoming an Animagus is somewhat of a right of passage in my family but I’m not sure I want to….What if I’m just…..a gecko. Or some awkward bird like a blue footed boobie? Or worse, a creature EVERYTHING ELSE wants to eat? Like a mouse or a spider? Or Merlin forbid, a mosquito.

I always thought rain was far more refreshing than sunshine

I’m not very sociable, does that make me a bad Hufflepuff?

I am one of the billion. It’s nice to actually belong to something, even if it’s something everyone makes fun of.


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