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A whole had passed, and Casimir's compartment still remained empty of anyone else but himself. It wasn't of any concern to him honestly, he ha grown used to the solitude of every train ride and school year. Often times people simply avoided him because of the rather... awry reputation he had built up for himself. Aside from knowing a great deal of magic, Casimir was known for his vengeful actions and willingness to use what he knew to get back at someone who had wronged him. He had already proven this several, several times, but was thankfully not banished from Hogwarts because the hexes and jinxes he used against others did not cause extensive or serious harm. He sat and simply "conversed" with his owl, making quiet comments about the cheeriness of the voices he heard... and their casual dialect. Casimir could be casual, but often times he spoke in a rather "proper" manner.The vvoices annoyed him a bit, especially a certain girl's voice that was very bubbly and "cutesy". He thought he knew who it belonged to... Samantha maybe? That girl was the definition of outgoing and social. He never had any problems with her however, at least not serious ones. This was going to be a long wait and ride, so Casimir pulled out his dark wand and began casting spells on random objects he had spread out before himself. They were lifted up into the air, tossed around, even transformed into something else and lit on fire. He kept it controlled so as to not draw much attention to himself or wreck anything, and gave occasional treats to an observant Jersey. Casimir considered trying out a tranfiguration spell on him, but the last time he had the poor owl ended up as a feathery and walking cup."Eh... living creatures are harder to change than nonliving things," he told the owl. "But don't worry, I think I've gotten better since that time."
"Oh my God I can't wait for this train to start!"
"Maybe we should totally hang out later!"
"Is your hair naturally white?"
Artemis allowed his left eye to twitch lightly, not at all bothered by the constant sound of annoying 10 year old voices chatting right by his ear. After his brief training of a few spells in his rather large arsenal for a third year, the albino has decided to study and meditate until it was time to get to Hogwarts. It was, after all, the beginning of they year, and learning the new material early on would he him immensely in future. Artemis was something of a quiet, subtle student, growing and sharpening his skills in private and in the quiet of his own room, so that people would underestimate him once problems arised. That's what he was trying to do....until a raid party of, at least, seven first years entered his compartment in a messy bubble, talking loudly and rough housing.
Thankfully, he hadn't raised his wand - or hand - against any of the children, but he was very close. A sharp tug on his silky locks forced him back into real life, and Art calmly turned his intimidating crimson gaze onto the rowdy kid who had decided to interrupt his inner monologue. "Hey, guy, you know anything about this school we're going to?!" It was a boy with sandy blonde hair and a heavy Texan accent. Artemis wasn't interested in unintelligent conversation, so he merely returned to his book without saying a word.
"H-hey, weird guy!"
Another tug. Feeling his patience waning, Artemis dully glanced over. His wrist twitched subtly, and unnoticeably, before the trashbin was suddenly blasted through the air, landing on the child's head and emptying it's contents onto his head and lap. Laughter, obnoxious laughter echoed all around, and Artemis took that as a cue. Silently, amongst the laughter, he drifted through the door and closed the compartment with an audible snap. "Hng..." A woosh of air left him, and the white-haired boy quietly began examining different compartments. The Hogwarts Express was almost completely full, however, and almost every room was filled. Wanting to sit down, finally, Artemis entered a random room without looking and glanced around.
A male, probably in his later teen years, was sitting in the compartment, talking to his owl, seemingly. Artemis didn't really know him, as he spent time in the library for the majority of his Hogwarts life. He knew, however, that the boy was slightly known amongst Slytherins for getting vengeance no matter what. Shrugging, Artemis flicked a strand of silver hair out of his eyes before sliding into a seat closest to the window, and across from the other guy.
"Hello, I'm Artemis..." He introduced himself, more out of polite habit rather than friendliness. Better to make allies in your own house, at least.