"You're not old. You're not even thirty." By wizard standards she was still very young. Dumbledore had been how old before he was murdered? He hadn't even died of natural causes.
Charlie glanced to the couch and watched Bastet sitting there, staring. At least she was being quiet. At least it was a curious staring and not glaring. Charlie closed his eyes.
"You're still in your prime," Charlie said. "Because if you're old, then I'm old."