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.