"My father mastered it a lot sooner than 2028," Jamie answered without being upset. "I never had a reason to. We don't have people trying to kill us. Scorpius doesn't know either. It's the downside of peace. We can be lazy and focus on things we enjoy, like Quidditch, friends, parties as opposed to death and desolation."
Jamie wasn't upset despite the answer. He had accepted long ago that everyone in his father's generation and older was mentally fucked up. They had absolutely no idea of what was normal and what wasn't. He landed the ashtray on the table. "Have you ever done something for pure fun? Not because it got you better grades, or it could help you fight, or Voldemort wanted you to? Just pure, unadulterated fun."
He picked up his wand and cast a little spell that his Uncle George had taught him. Soon fireworks exploded inside the lobby, but unlike the normal ones, these had no powder. They were all pure magic that created a dance of sounds and colours that were perfectly safe indoors. "Did you like that?" he asked with a grin.