<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, Professor Ciaran Bellerose (Mentioned)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He could not help but to feel a partial relief in his mind as Anais went off chasing after her daughter, leaving him alone in seat.  A certain sense of calmness washed over him, a relief creeping into his mind.  It had been so very long since he had an actual conversation with a woman, one he had to admit he found attractive enough to capture his attention, that he wasn't sure how to act.  He could already envision Ciaran's voice in his head, telling him how easy it was, to just be himself, minus all of his brooding and cold qualities, which even he had to admit seemed like a lot of himself.<br/><br/>For so long he had been “out of the game” to put it.  Few, if any women, had garnered his attention and attraction the way Anais did.  There was little doubt in his mind that she could have had her pick of any of man she wanted.  Why would she want some old, demanding professor such as himself?  And not just any professor, he thought, but one of her own from when she was in school herself.  What was the point in even trying?<br/><br/>Jerome's eyes had been taken away from her, determined to focus upon something else.  It was then that he caught a glimpse of two second year students in seats in front of him.  Even he could tell that there was something going on, a quiet sense of secrecy going on between the two of them.  Seeing the gleam of the dark bottle, even for an instant, was all Jerome needed to know what was going on.<br/><br/>He was quiet, his feet muffled by the carpet of the carriage as he approached the seats from behind, his brooding figure looming darkly over them.  “Good day, ladies.” He stated in his cold, intimidating voice.  “What's on the menu for today?”<br/><br/>A moment later, much to the chagrin of the two second year students, Jerome had marched back to his seat, the contraband bottle of wine in his grasp.  The thought of going back to the toilets to dump it out had crossed his mind, and had began to head that way when another thought crossed his mind.  What Would Ciaran Do?  More often than not, Jerome didn't want to imagine what Ciaran would do in most situations, but as he stood there with the bottle of wine, he had a feeling that what Ciaran would do would be, and should be, what he should do.<br/><br/>He had settled back into his seat, the bottle of wine tucked away in his bag, as little Annalise came bouncing back towards him.  “That's right.” He offered, however awkwardly it felt to dig up the memories of what had seemed like a life lost long ago.  “Nose.” He answered with a smile as he reached out and lightly tapped her nose.<br/><br/>“Perhaps, after little Annalise has settled down, you wouldn't mind sharing this with me?” He asked Anais, opening his bag just a bit to extend the neck of the wine bottle.  “Courtesy of some of our students.”