Someone blew a party whistle almost right in front of his face, and confetti exploded from balloons. So many fucking balloons. The roof was covered in them, and given the height of the high-vaulted ceilings and the balconies above them in the great hall, that was no mean feat. More seemed to be appearing from little nooks in the great hall in between the clusters of griffons and ponies who were chatting away amiably, laughing.