Leo + Open (Multiples fine)
Leo held up his end of his deal with his mother and Clorinda, and even accepted the new set of dress robes his mother had pressed on him. Thankfully, they weren't even close to neon, something he'd be forever grateful for. The mint green wouldn't have been his first choice, but at least he wasn't wandering about in hot pink or a god-awful print. He could handle one evening in mint green.
Clorinda had stuck with him for awhile, but he knew she wanted to actually socialize with people so he'd assured her he could look after himself for awhile and that he would make an effort not to be a wallflower. He even meant it; he'd gone out the previous evening and had a conversation with a very pleasant wizard and the world hadn't fallen apart, so he could handle a one-on-one conversation here. Well, probably. He hadn't put that theory to the test yet.
With drink in hand he lingered on the edges of the party, hoping to spot someone he knew at least slightly. The thought of going up to a complete stranger filled him with dread and made his palms sweat, almost as much as the thought of being the center of the crowd. No, best to stick to the edges, and wait for someone to approach him.