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The Dark Rider noticed the girl raise her hand to touch his horse, but stop. He guessed the girl was smarter than she looked, but so would most of the students be. To him, they all looked soft and weak. Coddled. But he had gotten used to Hogwarts students over time. He wasn't in the habit of...

The Dark Rider did not immediately notice the student, but when she spoke, he halted and listened to her words. He turned so he could look at her fully, and his horse leaned closer to the girl as if curious. She looked younger than most of the children at the school, and the Dark Rider guessed...

The Dark Rider had never paid much attention to the goings on at Hogwarts. He'd had centuries to roam the dungeons at Hogwarts, and was intimately familiar with every corridor and room. It was a good place to spend time if he wanted to be alone, away from students.There were certain parts of the...

Another year, another halloween. Anmoch had yet to see anyone in both his house or the school that he thought truly deserved their place but as the spirit rode his steed once more down to the Great Hall, that was littered with various treats and candy that the children so desperately seemed to...

First years were not Anmoch's favorite because they often thought of themselves more important than what they were, but the Dark Rider rode his horse into the Great Hall to gaze down upon the new students as they had found themselves sat between the walls of a building upon the land they knew...

Another year had gone by in the blink of an eye. For a spirit like The Night Rider, whom in death had been bound to the plane of the living for thousands of years, time appeared to flow quickly, and faster still as more time went on. He had existed through countless lifetimes, centuries felt...

A single year was nothing compared to the millennia Anmoch Marcach had lived, or, more accurately, existed, but the warrior could respect that it was a milestone none the less. The first of many, for the poltergeist toddler. The Ghost of Slytherin House did not appreciate the being's chaotic...

The candles floating nearest to the Slytherin Table grew low, it's warm, golden flames dimming into a pale blue, announcing the presence of the horseman before he himself became visible. Ghosts were limited in what of the physical realm they could interact with, but the elements reacted to the...

The Dark Rider steadied his horse, patting the side of his head to calm him. They'd been through a lot together, dying with his horse was more than an honour. He turned to look towards his companion as she spoke, and nodded slightly. "I tend not to dwell too much these days, but certainly we...

The Yule Ball was about as much excitement as a ghost could get himself into these days. Gone were the times when The Dark Rider would wander over the glens and remember his mortal life. The years had whittled his memory down to the few precious thoughts of a time now past. Once he would be...

The Dark Rider looked around at all the new students who belonged to a house. The term itself greatly offended him, as if any of these could truly know what the meaning of it all was. His steed grew anxious which each new name, they both wondered which of these students would truly be worthy of...

[font=georgia][color=black]Name: Anmoch Marcach (Known to most as the Night Rider or Dark Rider) *Note he does not give out his name to anybody unless he feels they are worthy, currently these people know Anmoch's name: -Professor Katherine Alicastell -Professor Ava King -Professor Kalif Styx...

(OoC: I'm sorry, but you do know your character took offense first, right? :P )

Anmoch's horse grew uneasy and it's front legs rose and kicked in the air in furry. The horse always represented the rider's emotion and Anmoch worked hard to settle it. "Well, if you consider it an insult to be non magical I must tell you. When I lived here, 10, 000 (+) years ago there were not...

"I'm afraid you must become used to ghosts if you are going to attend this school." Anmoch informed the young lady in his gruff voice as he settled his horse again. "If you have never spoken to a ghost, you must not have been raised in a wizarding household." he determined wearily, "What is your...