Lennon’s Encyclopedia

Name: Lennon Han
Birth: June 5th 2014
Status: Half Blood
House: Slytherin
Each: 30,3 cm willow wood with phoenix feather
Physical Description: I am Asian and I also have an awful hairline. I am nonathletic and not fast. I am 11 years old. I am tall for my age at the height of 5 foot. I have stubby and short fingers. I am also not very flexible and have a weak body. I am 11 years old and was born in June 5th, 2014.
Mental Description: I am great at math and sometimes I get aggressive. I am also competitive and over reactive. I also have a fixed mindset and have anger issues. I love my family expect my brother who I hate. I tend to stay at my neutral, blank, and emotionless feelings. I am tired a lot. I love to watch TV and love to read fun books. I also love to write my own books for fun. I like dogs, turtles, and piranhas. I am a really nice guy who likes to talk to people and help them. I have a dream of being a famous Quidditch player. I absolutely love the game and hope to play it. If you need some help, I would love to help you! I wish to make lots of friends.
Biography:I lived in a decent live with plenty of food and cozy shelter. Back then I didn't know I was a wizard. My dad was an ordinary muggle who worked day to night, while my mother, who was a witch is secret, taking care of me and my brother. My dad, little brother, and I discovered me and my mother were wizards after my first instance of magic

First Instance of Magic: When I was 11, a few months ago I was writing one of my books then suddenly, my brother snatched it out of my hands, and started to say it was the worst. I got so angry at him then suddenly, the paper lifted out of his hands, and turned into a dung-bomb then exploded over him.
Back Story: I was born in a hospital in June 5th 2014. I had a quiet, peaceful, and happy life in London. MY dad was a CEO of a successful company and my mother owned a barber shop. I always felt a connection with animals even though I am full human. One time, when I was 1 at April 5th, 2016, my grandmother took me on a stroll. Then suddenly, a deer came down the street causing havoc and it neared my stroller. Instead of harming me, it just nuzzled me and returned into the woods (TO BE CLEAR, THAT WAS NOT MAGIC). Few months later, I started pre school. I had a mostly loud, happy, and sufficient life with my family even though my brother annoyed me. When I was 11, I was writing one of my fantasy stories. I kept seeing things that gave me ideas. One time I saw this tiny humanoid creeper with wrinkles and was dressed in a dirty hand towel (Which I later knew was a house elf) in one of my mother's old jorunals. When I told these to my parents, my dad laughed and my mother smiled at me nervously as if she was hiding something. So anyway, I was writing my book and then suddenly, my brother snatched it out of my hands, and started to say it was the worst. I got so angry at him then suddenly, the paper lifted out of his hands, and turned into a dung-bomb then exploded over him. After the Dung Bomb incident, my mother had a confession to make to the whole family. She had told us she was a witch. She explained her world and how I was a wizard but my brother was not. My dad forgave her for lying and they agreed to send me to hogwarts. I bought all of my supplies and now here I am, at hogwarts

Special Ability Application:
Me and my family tries so hard to be "normal," and not weird but there’s always been this weird and dark secret hanging over my mom’s side of the tree. Nobody even mentioned it until my Hogwarts letter showed up. It turns out my great-grandfather was this total recluse who lived out in the marshes. People call him "odd" because he liked hanging of snakes way more than people. Basically, he was a Parselmouth. The gift totally skipped my grandma and my mom, so I think everyone just assumed—or hoped—it was dead and buried.
My parents were honestly pretty freaked out when they realized I had it. We aren't even related to the Slytherins, as far as we know. It’s just this bizarre, ancient genetic thingy that decided to wake up in me. If you saw me walking through the halls at school, you’d just see another kid inside the hogwarts uniform. You wouldn't know I’ve got this s ecret language tucked inside my brain.
I’m actually counting the days until my third year so I can finally get a pet snake. I like, having a companion that actually gets what I’m saying sounds is way better than an owl that just hoots and drops mail. I figured out I could do it when I was ten. I was out by a woodpile in the garden when this big snake slithered out. Instead of running, I just felt like I should say something. I whispered for it to hide so my dad wouldn't come out with a shovel, and the snake actually hissed back, "These stones are warm." I understood it, like it was plain English. That’s the part that still creeps me out sometimes because how natural it felt.
My little brother, who is is a Muggle, saw the whole thing and ran to our parents. He ended up crying and sprinting inside because he thought I was making these "creepy spitting and hissing sounds." That’s when it hit me that what sounds like a conversation to me is just Parseltongue to everyone else. I keep it to myself now so I don't scare him. But sometimes at night, I can hear the tiny ssnakes inside the walls. They were whispering about tasty mice or the rain. It makes the world feel very huge and magical, but it’s a pretty sad and lonely secret to carry.
I’m hoping the library at school has some old, dusty books that can explain why I’m like this. I need to know if there are others who have this gift but aren't, you know, villains. I wonder if my great-grandfather felt this lonely, or if he finally found some peace out in those marshes. It’s a lot to carry, but it’s mine. I’m ready to get started at Hogwarts.