Maybe their love story was corny, cheesy, typical, whatever people like to call it. But it was all Isla ever dreamed of - kissing Ominis Gaunt on the Hogwarts docks as it rained around them and mist shielded them from the view of others. It felt like it was just them, no one else. Them in this beautiful weather, by the water where they always found themselves in some way. The way Isla's hands gripped the back of his neck and ran through his hair - it lit his cold skin on fire and he was obsessed. Fire and Ice; Yin and Yang; Rain and Mist; Isla and Ominis. Plus Sebastian. He was the 'and' in all of this. ~•~ sequel is out! ~•~