"Brendon," William said instantly, although he followed the order sluggishly, offering Gerard his red-streaked wrist as requested. "We set off the charm-web, there was a muffliato, soporifica; I think he's spelled asleep." He hoped that was all it was. That had to be all.
He knelt up over Brendon to shield him from falling timbers and ash, minding what Gerard had said about the fire not holding, and switched his wand to his other hand. "The room's warded," he continued after a coughing fit from the smoke stinging his eyes and lungs. "But I had to drop the original shield and I'm losing this one; I don't know how long it will last."