Sven Underwood | 5th Year at Salem Witches Institute | FC: Andrew Vanwyngarden
Sven Underwood grew up with his three younger siblings and his two mothers in Northport, Michigan. A secluded little port town that sits on a bay of Lake Michigan. He spent his time with his siblings, exploring the woods, searching for petoskey stones on the beaches, or sailing in the bay. For the first eleven years of his life, he didn't know anything but his little town, and his frequented trips to the local candy store to get chocolate covered potato chips, or candy rocks. It wasn't until he received his acceptance letter to the Salem Institute of Magic that he knew anything outside of his little world.
He always knew he was a wizard, just like his brothers and sister. But he was different, not a normal wizard like them. As a child he would have sporadic hallucinations, nosebleeds, headaches. His mothers would always dismiss them. Tell him he was okay. Just different. Special. That he had a gift he'd learn to accept when he came of age. The visions that plagued him. The nosebleeds. The headaches. Sven knew it wasn't normal. But he had no way to explain it as a child. It wasn't until he started attending Salem's that his mothers informed him of what he really was. Just like his great grandmother, the crazy old lady in her rocking chair that spouted off little predictions and prophecies with her tarot cards, Sven was a seer. He was never very fond of that fact, but he dealt with it.
Going off to Salem's was the farthest he'd ever been from home, and it was an amazing new experience for him. Sven had been going to grade school with the same seventeen kids since he was five years old. Now he was going to a school with hundreds of kids. Kids like him and his siblings. He dove into his studies, though he had never been very good at schoolwork. He has a hard time sitting still and focusing on one subject for long, and often got reprimanded during class like History of Magic, or Muggle Studies. The only class he truly disliked was Divinations. Although he excelled in it, due to his gifts, he didn't enjoy it. He never asked to be a seer, and the visions were nothing but annoying to him.
Sven has always been an easy going person. He gets along with just about everybody, and almost never gets in any sort of argument or fight. If someone's angry with him, he chooses to ignore them rather than argue back. He doesn't let much get to him, and even if he does let something bother him, he will always appear indifferent. He hates giving people the satisfaction of knowing they've hurt or upset him. Sven has never been one to make enemies, though. Living in a small town, he learned how to make nice with everyone, even those you don't particularly like. If you hated one person, everyone else could, and more often would take offense to it. As a result he works well with others, and enjoys the company of just about anybody. He's very much so a people person and loves it.
The Triwizard Tournament came up, and Sven jumped at the chance to get out and see more of the world. He's still not sure if he's going to enter or not, but he wants to go to Hogwarts to see it all at the very least. What he doesn't realize, is that he looks just like a not so well liked, and former Hogwarts student, Franz Hirsch. He doesn't take well to the rotten looks and snide comments he's been receiving because he is being mistaken for the boy. Sven doesn't know that he looks like this boy, just that he's gotten more than one nasty look when he runs into Hogwarts students while everyone is preparing for the Tournament.
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