He tried to recall if he'd hung up the jeans. It sounded like something he was capable of doing. After all, he hung up his trousers and jeans were pretty much trousers, weren't they? Perhaps it was a teenage girl thing.
"I would never kid about something as serious as ... jeans," he assured his daughter with a shake of his head. "But I'm glad that you found them and that I was able to assist you through such a terrifying crisis."
Harry cocked his head to peer at the jeans, trying to decide if they were ... appropriate to wear in front of a french boy who was probably way too good looking, but he decided to just be happy she wasn't wearing a skirt.