Campus parties are always.... something. A girl in your history class invited you to a house party this weekend. Lily, she said her name was. And she seemed sweet enough, so you had no reason to believe this party would get out of hand.

Boy were you wrong.

When you arrive, bodies have already completely filled the house. It's difficult to walk, difficult to hear anything over the music and drunken voices.

Good luck finding Lily.

You can see her boyfriend james over on the stairs, drunk and crying with the boy named sirius black. And on the coffee table dances a man with no rhythm. He's tall and lanky, a glass of neon green liquor in his hand. At some point during the night he seems to have lost his shirt, and his scars dance under the lights of the disco ball hanging above him.