<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Professor Jerome Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9464083#msg9464083)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Professor<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black coat and casual attire with carry-on satchel (http://24.media.tumblr.com/f9e421484bc77337c362feea32b50fa8/tumblr_mzj1c41Uog1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Prof. Anais Lachance, Annalise Lachance (NPC), Ciaran Bellerose (Mentioned)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jerome had been settled in his seat, already delved into his few months stack of journals when the peaceful little bubble around him was popped by one of the most unlikeliest of sources.<br/><br/>He had been caught off guard by the sudden intrusion and swift action of the young toddler whom had bolted up to him.  A slight sense of shock had taken him, a slight jump in his body as the periodical was pushed out of his view, pressed up against his chest.  She had stared at him brightly, like a curious little being having discovered something new and amazing with those hungry little blue eyes.<br/><br/>An awkward smile came across his lips as the young little girl shouted "Nose!".<br/><br/>Whenever a situation arose, Jerome had usually known what to do.  He was good like that, always with a plan in mind, to think things through to find the best way to approach it.  If Ciaran had been with him, Jerome held little doubt that his brother would have more than welcomed the chance to play with the little child, to play that silly Got-Your-Nose game with the child all the way to the school.  He could see Ciaran right now in his mind, laughing and playing along.  But Jerome was not Ciaran.  He didn't know how to act around young children, not since his own.<br/><br/>Soon he was rescued by the young girl's mother, who quickly scooped her up with embarrassment seemingly burning upon her cheeks.  "It's quite alright." He remarked, straightening out his magazine as he sat up straighter in the seat.  "I remember how it can be with little ones."