"The Decision and Diagon Alley"
That very day, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to her goddaughter whom she hadn't seen in a number of years. In fact, it had been ten year since she had made her way across the ocean when Salome had finished her wizarding education at Salem Witches Institute. Before that, she had wanted to return to England after she was done there, but had since decided to stay, and even ended up going to a Muggle university. She felt a bit of excitement as she wrote:
My dear,
I know you were not expecting a letter from me. And you shouldn't be surprised that I knew to send this letter to you at the Leaky Cauldron! I have sent you a ticket. You are to come on the Hogwarts Express from Kings Cross Station. But it is my wish that you do not tell anyone who you are. That is an absolute condition. We will talk when you get here. There is much to discuss.
Aunt Minnie
Salome had smiled when the owl delivered the letter to her at the Leaky Cauldron, as she had been there in room eleven for the past three days. She arrived at Heathrow, her suitcase, a backpack, and massive trunk that had belonged to her father. Since she was done living the Muggle life, she headed straight for the Leaky Cauldron. No she hadn't been to London in nearly twenty years, and had only been at the inn once, but she was sure she'd find it. However, she walked past it three times before noticing the door between the bookstore and record store. Salome stopped just inside the door, taking in the sight of witches and wizards in cloaks, pots of tea in midair, and soaked in the atmosphere. A few of them looked at her as if she might be lost. Salome heaved her trunk and suitcase to the bar.
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. I'm Tom. What'll it be? I just finished a batch of pea soup. Nice n' hot," the wizard behind the bar said with a not-so-toothy smile."
"I guess I'll try that then, and a butterbeer, and cauldron cake."
"Coming right up." He stepped out of sight, and returned with a steaming bowl of green goo, sitting on the counter in front of her. He reached down and brought up a bottle of butterbeer and a cauldron cake. "Will there be anything else?"
"Are there any rooms available?" She asked, although she already knew the answer. She could tell he was dying to ask her probably what everyone else in the inn was thinking.
"Yes I do, as a matter of fact. I'll have one set up for you, take your things up." He paused. "Are you a muggle-born witch?"
"A muggle-born? No. I'm pure-blood. I'm sorry. You told me you were Tom and I didn't tell you who I was. I'm Salome. Salome John."
"John? And you're a pure-blood you say?" He gave her the not-so-toothy smile again and proceeded to take her things to a room. After one bite, Salome decided not to touch the pea soup but concentrated on the butterbeer and cauldron cake, thinking she maybe should have stopped at the burger restaurant down the street.
Her first order of business was to exchange most of her Muggle money (she'd left half in one of their banks) to Wizard money and add it to the vault at Gringott's, a vault that hadn't been opened in many years.