First years Fred and George stood in the middle of the corridor with Cheshire cat grins on their faces. They were bound to succeed this time. For the past first three week of school the two had purposely attempted to be taken to Filch's office.
"Double detention for a chance to look into Filch's Highly Dangerous file. I say that a fair trade," remarked Fred.
"You got the smoke bombs?" asked George.
Fred never got the chance to answer for Filch came shouting, "What have you two miscreants done now?"
Peeves followed close behind Filch chanting, "Wee little Weasleys gotten into trouble! Wee little Weasleys gotten into trouble!"
"Get out here you pest!" yelled Filch waving his arms at the poltergeist.
Peeves continued to chant dodging Filch's flaying arms until he remarked, "Too bad Peevsey didn't think of it first." Peeves observed the Weasley twin's artwork that now decorated the wall.
Fred and George ended o decorating the wall with a large painting of Filch hanging by his toe nails begging for mercy. Filch observed this magical painting as Peeves zoomed off continuing his chant of, "Wee little Weasleys gotten into trouble!"
"That is it!" cried out Filch. "You two are in for it now! To my office both of you!"
Fred and George exchanged victorious knowing looks and followed Filch to his office. It was fortunate for the twins that Peeves caught them, otherwise Filch wouldn't be nearly as inclined to send them to his office.
Peeves had flown by while the twins were working on there are work. Peeves would have continued to fly by happy to ignore the mural if Fred hadn't thrown a little hex up his way. Peeves instantly started yelling, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" and zoomed off to get back at the twins. It was the sure fire way to get in trouble and arrive in Filch's office; having Peeves egg him on.
"Sit down you two," snapped Filch pointing to the two chairs in front of his desk.
The office wasn't much there was room enough for just two chairs in front of the desk, the desk itself, a chair which Filch had seated himself in and a filing cabinet. The bottom drawer of the cabinet was labeled 'Highly Dangerous' in emblazoned gold letters.
The twins hungrily eyed the bottom drawer. As Filch bent over to open a desk drawer and pull out some detention slips, George gave Fred a knowing look. Instantly Fred let loose the smoke bombs which were nothing more than a dung bomb which the twins just happened to modify. The dung bombs sent up a smoke followed quickly by the classic dung bomb smell.
George took the opportunity of the smoke cover to slip out of his chair and crawl to Filch's cabinet and open the drawer that was labeled 'Highly Dangerous'. George blindly grabbed a few items out of the drawer stuffed them into his pockets and quickly made his way back to his seat before the smoke lifted.
Filch sputtered and raged the moment the smoke filled and room. He continued to do so as the smoke lifted, "Those to miscreants! Wait till I got my hands on them! It will be triple detention for them!"
Filch stopped his ranting the moment his eyes fell upon the two red heads who were sitting in their seats in front of his desk.
"What are you two doing here?" demanded Filch squinting thought the haze trying to be sure he was seeing things properly.
"I thought you brought us here to receive detention," answered Fred.
"If we aren't supposed to be here we can go," added George.
"Nice try," scoffed Filch, "You two aren't getting out of detention that easy. You will have double detention. I expect to see you two tomorrow night next to the trophy case. I'll inform you two of your second detention later by owl post. Now get out of my office before you cause any more trouble."
The twins quickly left Filch's office and congratulated themselves on a well-earned victory. Once the twins were up to their common room George emptied his pockets to reveal his stolen goods. George managed to nick an expired love potion, which neither of the twins had any interest in, a fanged Frisbee, which would have been mildly interesting if it weren't for the fact that it had no juice to be played with. The last item was a folded piece of parchment. The twins quickly unfolded the parchment to find it blank.
"Wonderful load of stuff you stole," grumbled Fred.
"You try nicking stuff when all you can see is smoke," came back George re-stuffing his pockets.
"Looks like those detentions will be for nothing," sighed Fred knowing his brother was right.