A bubble of laughter that Hermione couldn't stifle any longer burst out of her mouth. She had no doubt that Antonin was telling the truth. Rodolphus could indeed be prickly about his honor. Being unable to protect his beloved wife from such a disgusting, though appropriate, term had to have been maddening. No doubt he stewed on that single moment for the rest of the time they were unfortunate enough to be in Azkaban under the constant influence of the dementors. Amused by the sound of her laughter, Antonin joined in. Soon they were both laughing so hard that tears rolled out of their eyes. It felt amazing. She couldn't remember the last time they'd been able to share such a moment together. When they still had their home in Hogsmeade, there was a great deal of laughter in their bed. She'd missed it. Desperately she hoped that one day they could find those experiences again.