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After Newt had got back on the boat, he instantly went into his cabin, locked the door, and went to visit his creatures. Most of them were happy to see him, which helped his mood slightly.
It was hard seeing his new friend step out into the rain, and having to walk away quickly as if Jacob was just another stranger in the street (Newt shed more tears that day than he'd like to admit), but it was infinitely harder saying goodbye to Tina. Tina who had taken both Newt and Jacob into her home, partly voluntary, partly because Newt broke the law. Who gave them (what did they call it in America?) hot cocoa, and a bed to sleep in. Who fought by his side against Grindelwald. Tina who, although nobody would catch him saying but probably thinking about it, Newt had accidentally possibly taken a great liking to.
Newt found himself sat under the Bowtruckle tree, the small figures dancing on his head. It tickled, but he let them do it anyway. He had been sat there for a while, just resting, until Pickett woke up, climbed out of Newt's pocket and frantically tried to scramble down his leg. With disgruntled clacks as Newt fidgeted, the other Bowtruckles scuttled off Newt's head, back onto the tree. Newt caught Pickett just as he was about to jump off of his knee. He stood and placed the Bowtruckle on his hand.
'Come on Pickett, you were doing well just then.' Newt walked through the enclosures absentmindedly, but was still acutely aware of his surroundings. 'You didn't even notice they were near until you woke up.'
Newt had stopped in the middle of a pine forest - the Hippogriff enclosure. He walked to a fallen tree and sat on it. Pickett clacked at Newt.
'You've what? No you can't make me your new tree!' Newt grumbled quietly, 'I knew that this would happen, I knew that I'd kept you too close for too long.'
Pickett gasped and turned away from Newt.
'Pick, look you know I didn't mean it like that.' Pickett huffed. Newt sighed.'Pickett. I'm going for a ride.'
Newt stood up and created a temporary wand tree for Pickett. He picked him up and, with some difficulty, due to Pickett's struggling, plonked him on the new tree.
'If you don't want me to drag you with me, you'll wait here.' Pickett turned and clambered down quickly into the trunk of the tree.
'I'll be back Pick, I promise.' Newt said quietly. Pickett didn't move.
Newt walked away from the tree, and called over his shoulder, 'I don't suppose I'll be long!' then he said to himself, 'I haven't got that much to mull over.'