You are a witch. Or at least, you're going to be. You are standing outside of a cottage belonging to your new teacher. The landscape around you is green and verdant, grassy, rolling hills with mountains looming far far away, purple in the rising sun. The clouds spin over the rippling grasses as the wind toussels the soft blades of grass and the fluffy wool of sheep. It would be picturesque, were it not for the far-away cursing of a shepherd.
Slightly to the east and rimward is a dark forest, large trees rising from the horizon. The leaves rattle, a susurration that can be heard even over here. Really, trees are rather dreadful at being quiet and ominous.
You're supposed to knock, but the door is open... What do you do?