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 once woke up in my common room with a beard on…im not a boy either. I just smacked my head into the pillow and missed all my classes. I hope my friend’s don’t think I’m a freak if they find out…I don’t know what to do.
Why did that fifth year Slytherin break the glass? Was she a poor sport about losing?
I heard the Slytherins are infighting and that will be their downfall this year.
What was that Hufflepuff thinking about speaking like that in front of the Slytherin at the party?
I think people really just do not understand me or just frankly do not care.
Its sad to watch your desperation to be the best, only get the better of you.
Watching people do things that purposely hurt others, makes me only think the worst of you when I thought you had changed.
Like I didn’t feel like enough of a loser. Thanks for that.
I think the quidditch gods liked you more than me. And I don’t blame them, not one bit.
I believe in Father Christmas and I’m 16.
I feel really lucky to have made so many new friends this year. Sometimes I worry that my forgetful nature will make them think I don’t care about them.