<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, Afanassii Abez'iana<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A soft, knowing smirk came across Jerome's stony features as he nodded his head in understanding.  He had remembered how it had been to have children, especially young ones such as that, even if it seemed like it had been a lifetime ago.  Moments like that, those precious moments, were ones which were hard to forget, for any parent he assumed.<br/><br/>He pushed the troubling thoughts out of his mind.  It would do no good to dwell upon the ghosts of his past.  Instead, he focused his thoughts upon Anais, forcing his mind upon her as a distraction.  To remember her from her grades had been easy enough, yet when he tried to remember her from the few years ago, she had seemed totally and completely different.  She had changed it seemed, had transformed herself from the young, driven student whom always seemed to have her nose buried in a book, into a beautiful, woman whom seemed to have found herself.<br/><br/>For a moment, as Anais' attention was directed to the bright, energetic young child, he couldn't help but to think upon her beauty.  Not for a second did he doubt she had trouble finding men.  She seemed beautiful and charming enough to never have a shortage of potential suitors.<br/><br/>Out of mild curiosity in the otherwise quiet carriage, he could not help but listen to Afanassii's conversation with Anais.  He couldn't help but to let the knowing smirk linger upon his face for a moment longer, noticing the young man's deliberate attempt to turn his gaze away from him.  It was something to be expected, he thought, something he had grown used to.  He known too well that he was perhaps not one of the more liked professors, and that was fine with him.  As far as he was concerned, he was not hired to make friends with students, but to teach them, to get them to reach their full potential in his classes.<br/><br/>"I'm sure Mr, Abez'iana and I won't mind little Miss Annalise playing." He said politely.  "It makes this rather long and dull ride to the Mansion more lively."