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"Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning." - Rommel
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"Bread would never betray me like that." - Fox
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Always tired all the time.
I have a habit of joining rp's that never start.

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I'm waiting as well, we are moving on and some people are still at breakfast.
Finch... not Filch >_>
Finch entered the classroom, giving a small nod to Professor Binns and then taking a seat in the rear corner of the room. Noticing some more faces he recognized he pulled out his leatherbound pocketbook and jotted down a few notes as more students arrived.
Finch finished eating breakfast, closed his notebook placed it in his inside breast pocket and rose from the chair.
He slowly left the great hall and mentally went over what classes he could sit in on.

History of Magic might be good, he could actually provide insight in that class. Or perhaps DATDA or perhaps charms. Finch thought carefully for a few minutes.

Finch set off towards the History of Magic classroom having decided that was as good a place as any to start.
I'm just waiting for other people to post, Finch isn't doing much atm
Finch looked up from his notebook and silently noted the 4 pairs of eyes resting on him, taking note of faces and jotting down in his notebook short descriptions.

Although this wasn't exactly a strategy that had any backing to it. A clever student would keep tabs on him the same way he kept tabs on them.
Hurrah were back now
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.
Finch was shown to his quarters as the meal ended. His trunks of belongings dumped in the middle of the spacious room.

He layer out on his already prepared bed and with a twitch of his cane his belongings began sorting into their desired locations.

A painting of himself was placed above his bed, Finch could never decide if he was egotistical because of it but he enjoyed chatting with himself sometimes. On other walls were mounted a few other items, a small picture of a young women with a child I'm her lap smiling, a death eaters mask, a framed suit that looked nearly destroyed, and a number of smaller items.

Finch smiled sadly as he looked at his items then drifted off to sleep.
Finch might sit in on transfiguration club from time to time given he enjoys teaching and knows a lot about it.
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