It was a Slytherin party, music booming and people getting high and drunk as always, make outs and gossip corners in every direction.

You stand in a corner, smoking a joint, until you notice someone eyeing you. He wore a dark, black dress shirt with black pants, and he had a dark cloak draping down his back. He grins at you, and you quickly recognize him as Mattheo Riddle, son of Voldemort.