As her family traveled on the plane to London, Tara mused over what life as a witch might be like. She thought about blowing up Mrs. Heller's car and the countless number of times that she had gotten in trouble for threatening her sister.. Sometimes, the threats came true, and Tara's parents were liberal on the punishments. They ignored her cries that she didn't do it, and had just thought it. By the time Tara was thinking about her life and its mysteries, the plane had landed. They stepped out of the gate and into the busy London Heathrow Airport. Tara glanced at the chrome, steel, tiles and crowd. These things weren't her priority, but was solely concentrated on her new status in her family. Her birth parents were Indian muggles, and she blended right in with her straight, thick, and messy black hair and her dark brown eyes. She had Lily's tanned skin, and this helped her assimilate. Meanwhile, Tara was puzzled over what to do about the way her parents were behaving toward her. They were still loving, and retained that Asian manner of "not too much flattery". She ignored this and concentrated on the fear she saw in their eyes at her metamorphosis. They exited Heathrow,caught a cab to a street described by Dumbledore in his letter. Being Muggles, her parent's eyes slid right past the Leaky Cauldron to the flashy department stores. Tara caught it, and towed her parents to the place. Inside, the clientèle glanced at them as the usual muggle-born traffic, and ignored them. Tara could make out a tall, bearded man in the alley next to the Leaky Cauldron, and she could see a boy with him. The boy stepped inside after the man counted bricks with a stick and hit one of them. Tara walked into the alley with her parents and sister following. The man glanced at her and his face broke into a sunny smile
"Come, little un and welcome to Diagon Alley. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts,, your school." His eyes traveled to the boy, and hastened to follow him, raising his hand in a gesture of departure. They followed the man into the alleyway and marveled at the sights around them. Mr and Mrs Seshan, Tara's parents, scanned the list.
"You need quite a few things. We'll start with robes and work our way up to a wand. No way are you getting an animal. You'll already have so much work to do, let alone take care of it." Tara sighed with resignation as she started her quest for school supplies. She first went to the bank and was astounded as her parents mysteriously produced a key to a vault. She traveled down caverns at breakneck speed and a goblin indicated a door . Inside the vault was a pile of gold, silver and bronze.
" Er, well the letter says to take at least a purse full of these coins. I think they are called galleons, sickles ,and knuts . They scooped a drawstring purse full, returned to sunlight, and bought Tara's school supplies, saving the wand for last. They arrived at a dusty shop and glanced at the display cases showing sticks of wood displayed on faded red velvet cushions. They entered the shop, noticing the name was Ollivander's as they walked in.
" Ahh, Dumbledore told me I would be seeing both of you today. Well , Miss Po-"
Tara's parents were making violent slashing guestures with their hands
" er, let's see what wand suits you, shall we?" Mr. Ollivander pulled wands from boxes lining the shelves. A large pile of wands lay near the door.
"Birch and dragon heartstring,11 inches, quite whippy. Try it. " Tara gazed dumbstruck at the stick, called a wand, she supposed.
"Wave it, lass. " Tara waved the wand. Nothing happened, except Mr . Ollivander complaining about hereditary traits like being difficult customers.
After hours of trying, Mr. Ollivander tried his last wand.
"Yew and unnicorn hair. Quite sturdy, and this should be it." Sparks flew from the wand as Tara waved it. Mr. Ollivander sighed with exhaustion as they paid and left. "Your train ticket is for the first." her father stated blankly. Tara nodded in affirmation.