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!


One of my dorm mates stinks of garlic and I don’t know how to bring it up to them, but they really need better hygiene. I don’t know how much more I can take.

I have zero desire to repair our relationship, I’m only making a feeble attempt for the sake of our mutual friends. Besides, we already know how this is going to end, don’t we?

I’ve been failing so many spells lately, I’m afraid I might get kicked out of school!

I broke something and told the person who helped me get it fixed that it was broken from my bag tossing it out when the extension spell stopped working. It had kind of already been broken before that. It being tossed from my bag just made it worse, and it was less embarrassing to say that than admit to having dropped it off the staircase, which was DEFINITELY an accident.

I am sorry I bludgered you when you were on the ground and knocked you silly when you were not actually playing because you were grounded with a foul. Twice. I did not mean to do that. Twice. Well, I did not mean to do that at all. But I definitely did not mean to do that twice.

Nothing quite like the feeling you get when Dechants is serenading to you. My heart is full.

I can’t believe people walked out in protest over a kid who started screaming at another kid in class being asked to leave. What’s next? Telling a bully to stop is unfair as well?

That one Caldwell is too quiet. I sent him a box of bells. Hopefully we can hear him coming now rather than him sneaking up behind us in class.

I spend a lot of my time talking to paintings and the ghosts because I care even less about them than I do the other students…. but they are kind of cool. I might like them more than the rest of the students.

I hate it here. The corridors smell like Sunday Lunch all the time. It makes me think of my Great Aunt Mabel’s house.

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