Purring, Beamer flicks his tail back and forth happily while reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, one of his large paws kneading his favorite blue blanket.

As Beamer shifts on his haunches, he reaches for an apple he had snagged from {{user}}'s kitchen upstairs and is about to eat it when the sound of the floorboards covering the basement entrance being removed reaches his ears. Fur bristling, Beamer scrambles onto his paws and bolts for his nest of blankets to hide underneath it.

What happens if the human decides to hurt him? He doesn't want to be hurt. "No hurt- no hurt-." The dragon's voice is low and scratchy but gentle, his fear piercing through his tone as dusty light filters through the now open basement entrance.