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!


No matter what happens, I will always love you.

I don’t even know who, or what I am anymore!

Professor Bane’s classes give me nightmares.

I wish I knew what I told you, and not the fake you.

I don’t know where I belong anymore…and I fear my friends have all left me behind.

I had no idea I even COULD be jealous. I fancy someone else too. So why does it bother me?

I am always on the outside looking in.

I’m afraid the mirror nightmare will never really end.

I wish I were in a different house. My housemates either avoid me or hate me and my head of house doesn’t speak of anything other than what’s going on in the room at the moment. It’s as if the castle or what happens inside don’t exist.

No one knows what I am. I don’t even know anymore.

I’m TERRIFIED of heights and wish there were warning so I’d know what to skip over attending.

Foster was right about who I snog

Silly boy, and silly dreams-
Here we lay on crossroad’s parting.
Another time, we would have been so sick-
Of the laughter and the guilt-
that sarcasm stirred with a back handed swipe.
I wish I was a budget of roses, with one plastic bud for a heart.
Instead, I’m all wilt and rote.
And you forgot,
the gaps between my fingers, were for yours to fill.

I was startled seeing a ghost in the dungeons. Then I realised it was just a really pale slytherin. Those are MUCH scarier.

Not a single scar on my heart came from an enemy.

The last house activity with everyone was lots of fun, we should double up houses again!

With Two more months in this castle, It’s bittersweet. Will I be remembered or forgotten?


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