Hagrid stood on his front steps, watching the sun set.

The way the colors blended, the way they were different every time.

He sniffled, blinking back tears from the beauty of it all.

Today's sunset began as purple, making its way towards deep ruby- but in the middle, taking up most of the sky, was bright orange, reflecting off the lake's ripples like a giant pumpkin patch, like a dragon scale….

Thinking of dragons set him off again, and Hagrid pulled out his monstrous handkerchief and blew- hard.

In the corner, Fang rolled his eyes at his master's emotional nature.