Barclay and Leon
Leon chuckled and checked the room again, this time not for the ghosts, but for sign of Mickey somewhere in some group of people. Mickey didn't typically do things alone. As long as the Spaniard saw him at the dance, it'd be good enough for Leon to justify his own attendance. Then he could show Barclay a mercy stroke and let them leave. "It's not misguided, Barclay. I told you why," he replied to the other witch, focusing on him again. "So we don't have to go next time. Besides, maybe this will do us both some good."
He listened to the other boy's spiel on attraction, his smile not fading as Leon crossed one arm over his front. "Or does it? I don't know. You and Emily. I can see it. Some people start out as friends, others start out as... whatever it is you two have going on." he sipped his own drink, then shrugged at Barclay. "But thanks. I think you're pretty, too."