While Louis is laughing, and Wren wonders, and spirit mist that apparently calls itself Draconight plays with the balloons, while confetti still rains down on us, I go. . . invisible! I can move in total, stealthy silence now.
Aside from the slamming door, and jingling bells, I think a conversation is going on. Who's he talking to?
". . .Is it his cho-oice. . ." a sweet voice pipes and then, to the amazement on my invisible face, Rosie's owl flies into the room. ". . . or my own vo-oice!"
She must be able to scent me, for she flies around me in a loose circle, but doesn't see where to land, hence she flies to Louis.