A/N: Written for the Titles Set Boot Camp, #19 – wet nose.

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237. Wet Nose

There was always something comforting
about the slick nose on his head
and the drooling mouth dribbling
little puddles into his lap.

It was always nice to visit Hagrid
after class, and hug fang tight
and talk to droopy ears
and be comforted
by that cold wet nose.