#scooch

[peppermintbits]

WOW THAT ENTIRE SEQUENCE WAS TERRIFYING ANYWAY-

Scootch

Stay hydrated in the horrors gang! This is worrying!!!

[ariadne-mouse]

THANK YOU to Anonymous for donating to the Supporting South High School families fundraiser and requesting a doodle of "Scooch from episode 17"! Perfect prompt. Three-inch half-chickadee half-hamster griffon. He is less than an apple tall.

[this doodle is part of my donation drive supporting the fight against ICE in Minnesota! Send me a screenshot of your donation and get a doodle of your own]

[bathycat]

Episode 17 live doodles ft many birds

[cassafrasscr]

Started rewatching the newest episode, and I gotta say... I really appreciate Brennan knowing that the little ear tufts certain owls have are called 'plumicorns'. 😂

[bees-of-passage]

In all honesty this was such an episode for the familiars and the pets. We had Scooch. We had Eustace. We even had Saharkis. All creatures great and small. I loved them all

[angeldog5]

Scooch 🧹⛅

for @drarrymicrofic prompt: flight | wordcount 257

“Scooch.” 

“What, pray tell, is scooch?” 

“Like, scooch…over?” Harry illustrates with a gesture. 

“. . .” 

“Oh, c’mon Malfoy, don’t be a prat.” Harry flies right beside him, brooms close and polished enough to reflect each other. Bristles scratching. He gestures again. “Scooch.”

Malfoy makes a show of his protest, but their height above the ground has instilled a certain amount of docility in Draco. Still, Harry makes an equal show of yawning and merrily swinging his feet. Far, far below them, sheep drift like dandelion seeds; a stream weaves through Wiltshire like thread.

“P-Potter, Merlin, Harry, what the f—what are you, ohmygod! Why are you—like this—I hate you! I hate this! Unhand me! Gaah!!”

Harry boards Malfoy’s broom with a not insignificant amount of bobbing, catching the handle of his own in the cradle between his ankle and foot. Malfoy sputters and squawks and noticeably does not mention the impressiveness of this feat, which Harry thinks is stingy of him.

“…what is this, you utter git?” 

Wiggling up with his hips, Harry bumps Draco forward, wrapping his arms around him in the breeze. A few strands of cornsilk hair gets stuck to Harry’s lips as he presses his smile to the panicked line of Malfoy’s shoulders. Draco’s blushing, Harry just knows it—he's gone quiet, all squawked out.

The day is still young and so very bright; the world a long fall way. Harry thinks he’d probably let Draco fly him anywhere. “It’s scooch, Malfoy…” he says, shrugging into Draco’s back. “Duh.”

[nobusinesslikedrowbusiness]

** may I just say that the moment Brennan described Scooch I knew for a fact that the fan artists wouldn't fail us and I was right

[iwilltryalittlearter]

More Bolaire nonsense at work. I still want to make like an illuminated manuscript like thing at this point