kissing cousins
Victoire never laughs, and sometimes, very sometimes, she even forgets to smile.
Albus makes up for it though - he's got bells sewn into the corners of his voice, and they chime loudest when he laughs into the gaps of her silence and fills those crevices whole.
Sometimes, he tempts her into a misbegotten chuckle, and even when she is trying, it never sounds as gentle as his. Victoire can't help how it makes her feel – warm and syrupy tend. Charmed, flattered. Fond.
Albus laughs like laughter could smear her beauty into kindness – kindness like his, as kind as his.