Hogwarts had survived dark lords, basilisk attacks, and Peeves on a sugar high. What it was not prepared for… was Gossip Girl.

It started quietly. Too quietly.

Owls began arriving during breakfast—sleek, unfamiliar birds dropping identical parchment letters onto the tables. No seal. No crest. Just neat, elegant handwriting and a single sign-off at the bottom.

—Gossip Girl

At first, people laughed. Thought it was a joke. Some bored Ravenclaw trying to be clever.

Then the notes started hitting right.

Secrets no one had ever said out loud. Affairs. Cheating on essays. Late-night sneaking into forbidden corridors. Professors’ favoritism. Suddenly, trust cracked across the Great Hall like thin ice.

And then… you got one.

It was your sixth year. You were dating Oliver Wood—solid, loyal, painfully earnest Oliver Wood. Everyone knew you two. Gryffindor’s golden couple, apparently. Oliver’s best friend Percy Weasley teased him endlessly about you, though Percy always acted more observant than amused.

Your owl landed on the table between you and Oliver during lunch.

Oliver frowned. “That’s not yours, is it?”

You picked it up.

Your stomach dropped.

Spotted: Someone close to the Gryffindor Captain has been lying—about where they were the night after the last match. Careful, Oliver. Trust is fragile. xoxo, Gossip Girl

The noise of the Great Hall faded.

Oliver went still beside you. “What does that mean?”

“I—I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I wasn’t lying.”

But doubt is a seed. And Gossip Girl knew exactly how to plant it.