Filch's office raid (Fred and George's 1st year)

"Oi, this way." George said quietly, slipping into Filch's office and gesturing for Fred to follow.
"Lumos." He muttered. A faint light came from the tip of his wand.
It was a small, simple room that smelled faintly of fried fish. Filing cabinets lined the walls. A slightly moth-eaten curtain cut off part of the room, and behind it snores could be heard.
George tiptoed over to the cabinets farthest from the curtain and began riffling quietly through them.

Fred crept into Filch's office behind George, his nose wrinkling at the smell of fried fish.
He whispered, "Lumos" and covered the tip of his wand with his other hand, to muffle the light. Fred smiled cockily. Perfect. He followed George through the room, hearing a faint snoring sound.
Fred lurked over to a filing cabinet placed parallel to the one that George was looking through and started scanning the papers inside.
"Nothing interesting in here..." Whispered Fred, barely audible, looking over at George.

George closed the cabinet softly and turned to Fred, shaking his head. "Gotta be something around here..." He muttered quietly. Glancing around, George's face lit up with a wicked grin. He gestured to a cabinet marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.

Fred narrowed his eyes and closed the cabinet, unsuccessful.
He turned back to George gesturing to a cabinet that read, Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. His mouth slowly turned up into a sly grin.
He rushed over to the cabinet and frowned. "Locked," He whispered to George. "Do you have-?"

George raised an eyebrow at Fred. "Would I-" He whispered sarcastically. He handed his twin a muggle lockpick. Their father's enthusiasm for such objects was quite handy.

Fred took the lock pick skeptically and eyed it carefully.
"This is too loud. Do you have anything quieter, by any chance?" Fred mumbled.
He looked back at the cabinet. This is too good to pass. And my dim witted self came unprepared. I hope George thought things through..
Confiscated and Highly Dangerous. He read that over a few times through, narrowing his eyes.

George shook his head.
"No," he whispered, glancing around. His eyes searched the entire room, finally landing on the old curtain and staying there. "... But I'll bet I know someone who does." He nodded toward the curtain.

Fred glanced towards where George was looking and smiled.
"Worth a shot, ain't it?" He whispered, starting to quietly walk towards where Filch was snoring loudly, lying with his fingers curled up to his face and his legs scrunched up in a fetal position.
He suddenly stopped, dead silent, when Filch's breath caught. He looked over at his brother with a look filled with terror of being caught on his face.