Rabastan thought he'd stepped far enough out of the way, but, still found himself caught in the levicorpus charm his brother cast.
"Merlin's balls!" He shouted, but was very careful not to add 'Put me down.' Previous experience had taught him that phrase was a particularly Bad Idea when it came to his brother. "What the bloody hell, Ro? C'mon, it's been a fuckin' year, there're potions vials in my robes, if you drop me, you don't get the potions."
Rabastan knew how his brother loved, even if he'd never admit it, the new potions Rab invented. He just hoped the anti-summoning charm he'd placed on them would hold long enough to talk Ro into letting him down. Just in case, he plunged a hand into an inner pocket and retrieved his wand.