It had been three days since the tall human with soft hair had found him. He called himself Newt, and Pickett wasn't sure at all to make of him at all. He was quiet, and strange even for a human. But he had carefully made a splint and sling for Pickett's broken arm, and fed him healing potions through a pipette.
"Hey, hey it's okay little guy." Newt told him, when he pulled him out of his pocket. "You've been doing great...."

Pickett beamed and nodded quickly. He liked Newt. Newt was gentle and he didn't hurt Pickett or ask him to pick rusty locks that hurt his arms. Instead, he fed Pickett nice food, and he talked to him lots.

When Newt had been arrested by a Muggle policeman, two days after Pickett met him, it was the bowtruckle who saved him. He picked the lock, and then threw himself onto the policeman's face. The man had been so shocked he had fallen backwards, and Pickett had found himself being swept up by Newt. Newt had scolded him for putting himself in danger, and been deaf to Pickett's argument that he had just been protecting Newt, and it was all Newt's fault that this had happened. Newt seemed to be quite good at ignoring when problems were his fault, no matter how often Pickett told him.

Newt held out a woodlouse, and a couple of fairy eggs. Pickett ate happily, then went to climb back into Newt's pocket. Newt paused, and carefully removed him from his pocket, and pointed to a strange brown box.
"Here you go, I've sorted out... I've sorted out a...a nice tree for you." Newt explained, gesturing at the box.

"That's a box." Pickett mumbled. "It's not a tree."

Newt didn't answer, because he didn't speak bowtruckle. Instead, he climbed down into the box, and Pickett was amazed by what he saw. There was a big forest, and a field, and a mountain, and all kinds of things, all squashed up together in the box. It was huge.
"This is going to be where I keep any creatures I find which need care or protection. I'm not trying to keep them captive, creatures should be free, but you never know what will happen and it's important to be prepared, don't you agree Pickett?"
Pickett nodded, and Newt smiled like the sun. That made Pickett feel very important indeed, as though he was the best and most helpful bowtruckle that had ever lived. Newt made him feel like that a lot.

They walked through the case, and Newt listed off which creatures would be well suited to each environment. To start with, Pickett thought this was just Newt trying to show off his new project, but as they continued he realised with dawning horror that Newt had brought him here with purpose.

Newt carried him over to a small tree. It was a pygmy wiggentree, and the bark sparkled. He smiled and held Pickett out towards it.
"Here you go. This can be your new home." He said softly. "It's a good tree. You'll be comfortable, and then once you're all healed I can find you a tree, maybe even go back to Hogwarts, there's lots of trees in their forest that would be... Would be good for you." Newt explained. His voice sounded a little funny, and his eyes were leaking clear sap. Pickett paused, tilting his head to watch him.

Newt gently placed him on the tree, and then walked away, head bowed.
"Hey. Newt?!" Pickett called after him, watching his human walking along sadly. Newt sniffled, and Pickett continued. "Where are you going! Come back here! I want to see you!"

Newt turned and walked back towards him.
"Are you injured?" He asked, picking Pickett up. Pickett clung to Newt's hand, chittering at him.
"Don't let go of me. Don't just abandon me on the tree you'll be sad and you need to not be sad. You are my tree. I don't need a wiggen tree. I have a Newt tree. Please."

"Easy..." Newt murmured, running his fingers over Pickett's back. "Easy boy... you don't need to worry. I guess you liked being carried around huh?"
Pickett nodded quickly, and Newt smiled.

"Okay. You can stay in my pocket for a little while. It's not lasting though, I can't treat you differently just because you have attachment issues."
"I don't have attachment issues." Pickett muttered as he was returned to the pocket he belonged in. "I have stupid-human issues. You're lonely."

Newt smiled obliviously.
"You're the best company Pickett."
Pickett smiled to himself, content with his home human. He had a silly Newt tree, but he would be a good bowtruckle.