Luckily for her, falling from this ladder concluded in nothing worse than a splinter (and furiously red cheeks, as she looked into the sky-blue eyes of the very blonde and pale man who caught her). Once she was hastily returned to the ground, she profusely thanked the stranger. He could've been mistaken for a Malfoy, if it weren’t for the loose white tunic he wore, spattered in multicolored paint, and the unkempt curly blonde hair that he pushed back with an equally paint-covered hand. 