Some said he had been a Death Eater, others that he had fought bravely for the Ministry during the war. Nearly everyone took advantage of his fabulous hospitality. And fabulous it was; in his superb Wiltshire home he gave the most amazing parties, and not the least remarkable thing about them was that few people could recognise their host. He seemed to be a man without a background, without history, whose eyes were always searching the glittering crowds for something… or someone?
This is pretty much The Great Gatsby.