Ron seemed to be about to object, but was beaten to it by Daphne. 'We all make mistakes, Harry. You're no exception to that,' she told him, running a hand through his hair.
He wasn't consoled. 'I should've known better!'
'Probably,' his wife agreed, a small smile playing around her lips. 'But you're not an almighty god, love. You're just Harry, who has to be nagged to look at his mail, and who can't think straight before he's had his first cup of tea in the morning.'
Harry made a face at her last words, but he actually chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 'Thank you, love. I needed that.'