Casimir sat alone in one of the rooms of the Hogwarts Express as he enjoyed the writings of a book of spells he had been studying during his time away from school. As his reputation would suggest, the book held a number of offensive spells and debilitating hexes and jinxes to be used during combat. A few pages more, and he closed the book to recline in his sest and look out the window to relax.
He had always boarded the train early after his first year of going to Hogwarts, doing so to easily find an empty place on the train to make his own before it filled up with more students.... and noise. The time alone gave Casimir time to think about his goals for the school year, to do a bit of reading, and basically focus himself as he prepared to emnark on another school year. Such was the instruction of his father, who had woken him up early in the day along with his mother. They had said their goodbyes and all, so Casimir felt no coldness or resentment towards them for being strict parents as some saw them.

"Wonder what we'll be doing this year?" He asked his Screech Owl, Jersey. Casimir stroked its hornlike feathers and smiled at his beloved pet.