Finch awoke suddenly, gasping for breath his hand on his cane...
"Just a dream." He said softly becoming aware of his surroundings.
He got dressed and headed for the grand hall, upon arriving he realized it must be rather early, he was one of the first to arrive. A few students sat about with more being to trickle in. He took his seat and materialized a small leather notebook from his pocket along with a ballpoint pen.
With that he slowly started scribbling notes on student behavior and appearance that intrigued him.
A lot could be told about a person by when they awoke, who they sat with, and what they chatted about.