How...disappointing of you. To consciously choose a magical journey yet to behave like an ordinary, lawful mortal? Straightforwardly entering through someone's front door by knocking on it and waiting to be greeted? Strange behavior for a dragon, forsooth.
It is again in the wee hours of the morning--which is a most peculiar time for an eleven year old boy--as you go up to the witch's front door...or rather, the front door of her bookstore. You feel chilly in spite of it not being especially cold, your naked black hide not being accustomed yet to this bestial life. You rear up on your hind-paws, your haunches bunching up like those of a cat, and you swat at the door, bringing a rattle of lead glass, wood and metal.
There is silence for a while. Surely, she must be there, since you saw her at work in the back as you were approaching. She might have stepped out again, though, so you reason that, if she was in back again at the time that you knocked, she certainly would not have heard you.
You are about to rear up and swat again at the door, but then you notice a sign posted next to it. It says: