"Well you are old!" Katie exclaimed with a laugh. "23? You old man, you. Better not drink too much coffee, probably bad for your old heart. You should be at home, sitting on your porch and shaking your fist at people when they walk by and shouting, 'Get off my lawn, you damn kids!', you know?"
She couldn't help but laugh at that. It was true, she did already feel less bored. It was easier to push thoughts of Quidditch plays out of her head when she had someone to talk to. "That's true! You haven't lost that effect in your old age."