In all rights, David didn't really work with dragons, nor did he really understand them, but he knew there was one down in Gringott's bank. Word on the wind--well, perhaps more like he'd looked into it--had told him that there was to be a hatching of dragon eggs. So, he woke up early, made his way to the English Sanctuary.
He managed to get in, not really remembering exactly what he'd fed the people out front about it. Oh well. He had the day off and he had never seen dragons hatching. He'd worn appropriate clothing for the event. At least, he thought so.
He stepped up next to the woman who seemed to be watching the eggs. "So how much longer till they hatch," he asked curiously.