"You're right, I don't, and you don't know what it's like to be a Slytherin or a Gryffindor in my time," he said, calmly. "How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty? Also happy birthday, by the way. Last month, June? So you had your birthday right after getting here." He couldn't remember the exact day, but he knew it was at the beginning of the month. "Not that it's important. What I was saying is that you haven't had time to enjoy life, because you and everyone in school with you had their lives dictated by the war. We didn't."
He chuckled. "Albus is a Slytherin and he's Scorpius' best friend. He's been around for thirteen years, visits, parties, holidays. He calls my Dad 'Harry', even if that took a while. Albus has spent nights at the manor. We've been to parties there. Sure, Gryffindors and Slytherins still take the piss out of each other, but it doesn't mean what it meant to your generation. We don't hate each other."
Jamie nodded. "I do. I'm bored and I love to learn magic." He nodded to the couch. "Come on, sit down and let's play," he said with a grin.