Fred paid no attention to Filch's nagging, instead scanning the place that most students went out of their way to avoid.
He began searching for his target—the position of that specific drawer.
Filch took a roll of parchment from the desk drawer, laid it out in front of him, picked up a long black quill, dipped it into the inkwell, and asked, "Name..." Realizing the other person hadn't answered, Filch snapped his head up angrily and demanded, "Your name."
Chapter 21