Spencer stopped in one of the more shadowy corners, leaning up against the wall with his hands in his pockets, waiting. He counted the adults in the room again restlessly, mind racing, and then relaxed a little when Mikey reached him.
"Hey," he said, quietly. "Sorry I didn't reply to your Patronus, it got kind of crazy for a while." He still didn't think he'd ever seen as awesome a sight as Travis charging down towards them with an axe, and the sweep of Jon's fire. It had been way too satisfying for Spencer to be entirely comfortable with himself, but still: evil undead house elves. For now, he felt pretty justified. "How are you holding up?"