If anyone wanted to encounter Centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, aside from stumbling across them by chance or entering their territory and waiting to be "shot dead" by their arrows, there was another way: find wand wood with Bowtruckles. Centaurs used it to make bows.
Bowtruckles attacked humans who tried to destroy their homes, but they did not dare attack Centaurs taking branches. Or, as the Centaurs put it, they were merely "borrowing" them.
The more things you did not need, the fewer things you did need, and the freer you became. Centaurs were always ready to return everything they had "borrowed." At the same time, whenever they found new wand wood, they brought the Bowtruckles there so they could have a new home.
Today, Pomona encountered Bane beneath a wand tree. He had a full beard, and his black fur looked wild. He was inviting a Bowtruckle to leave with him.
"Found new wand wood again?" Pomona called to them from a distance.
"What wind brought you here?" Bane asked calmly.
"I wanted some peace and quiet," Pomona said. "The human world is a mess."
Bane smiled. "You want to move into the Forbidden Forest?"
"Why not?" Pomona said.
"I'll walk with you for a while," Bane said. "I found Golden Snidget eggs."
"What?" Pomona said in surprise.
"I want the Bowtruckles to protect them," Bane said.
"Let's go, I want to see!" Pomona said excitedly, her foul mood from before instantly swept away.
"When we draw our bows, we focus on what we can control," Bane said. "When our will is weak, even the wind is an obstacle. We focus on the act of drawing the bow, rather than expecting an outcome, because the outcome is beyond our control."
"Are you advising me?" Pomona asked.
"What do you