The Art and Trials of Lock Picking
The Time: 10:32, thirty to minutes past curfew, on a school night.
The Place: Outside of Filch's office.
The Initiative: Break into the aforementioned office.
The Culprits to be: Fred and George Weasley, of course. Who else?
"Do you have the thing?" Asked Fred quietly. Or was it George?
"Whoa, I thought you were bringing the thing!" Exclaimed George in a loud sort of whisper, or was it Fred?
"Well I thought you were!"
Well I didn't, because I thought you were!" George spat, and they fell silent, glaring at one another, that special kind of anger that only they could feel towards one another. How could you screw up so badly when you're me?
"Gred?" Said Fred eventually.
"What?" Grumbled his twin crossly. In reply, Fred burst out laughing, which did nothing for keeping them uncaught, and tossed the transfigured bobby pin at the other.
"You should have seen your face!" He giggled, and slapped a hand over his mouth to keep his chortles from giving them away. "Of course I had it! What sort of failure do you think I am?"
His answer came in the form of a stinging hex followed by a hug, before George finally joined him in muffled laughter.
They approached the door, arms slung over one another and George brandishing the weapon of their choice, a transfigured bobby pin.
If magical methods of entry didn't work, why not try muggle?
The Time: 10:40, forty minutes past curfew, on a school night.
The Place: Outside of Filch's office.
The Initiative: Get back to Gryffindor territory undiscoverered.
The Culprits: Fred and George Weasley, of course, who else?