PROMPT: @WattpadRowling  Write the first day of work of a recent graduate from Hogwarts.

Journal Entry #1

This was definitely not the first day I had imagined.

It started off well. I had my first tutorial class with Madame Augustina, one of two tree-shepherds in this part of the country. She went over the seed selection process, which was almost as complicated as getting my first wand.

I had to go into the seed sanctuary, close my eyes, and make my way down the rows with my wand raised, focusing entirely on attracting the seeds that wanted me to raise them. Thrice I circumambulated the room. Happily, at the end, there was a line of 30 seeds trailing behind me! Madame Augustina said it was an excellent amount of seeds for a first year and showed the seeds have great trust in me.

It turns out several of my seeds are from tree lineages of Nimbus quality, and some produced brooms that were used in Quidditch World Cups! Imagine having Ludo Bawrs riding a broom from one of my trees. Wow!

Madame Augustina and Fergus MacAllister, the other tree-shepherd, have graciously taken me under their wings. They have 80 and 32 years of experience respectively.

To begin, they gave me excellent guidance on how to plant my first seeds. Madame Augustina told me I need to document the process in exquisite detail because the seeds may use my journalling as a means of communicating, but also because it is important to record the lineage and experiences of each and every broom-tree from seed through broom.

From seed to broom! What an excellent name for the tree-shepherd manual I plan to pen. I only hope I can produce such a volume as prestigious as Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic or - heart be still! - Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them!

Thankfully I managed to plant the seeds and make my record before all manner of cauldron explosions happened.

Just as I tamped down the last bit of soil on my thirtieth seed, we smelt the worst thing ever in a broom-tree grove: smoke! It completely stresses out the broom-trees. There was leaf-shedding all over the forest. Madame Augustina said we'd be making root slurry for the next month to calm the trees down.

We took to our brooms and observed a duel between two dastardly wizards was taking place. Random sparks had set alight the nearby timbers whose flames were rapidly spreading closer to the broom-tree groves.

Fergus immediately sent a fire-message to the Ministry. It took four Enforcers to stop the duel and a half-dozen wizards from the Department of Magical Mishaps to stop the forest fire before it reached the groves.

Although I hope to never have need of it again, at least I can write down a personal account of the method to produce, administer and monitor broom-trees being treated with root slurry.

Dare I wish to never have such an exciting day again?

Broom-Tree Shepherd

Miss Elfrida Mullins

West Bromwich

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