Ron...?" Bill coughed and twisted, desperately trying to keep his head up as he heard his brother's voice. next thing he knew he was being lifted into the air, and he felt his body lurch dangerously from side to side as Ron tried to hold him up by his legs; the noose cut into his bruised neck as he swung around like a loose pendulum. Later he was going to have a serious talk with his brother about how to assess situations. "Ron.. the rope, cut the rope..." he gasped, wriggling his bound arms uselessly as he tried to stay upright. A loss of balance now would be lethal.
Then he was falling, and for a second he was sure it was over. He only hoped Ron would be able to make it back to the ground and wouldn't wait around to burn to death. But he didn't feel the noose tighten around his neck like he had expected. Instead he fell limply over Ron's shoulders, his weight baring them both down to the roof, which was still burning. "Charlie..." he mumbled, imagining he saw his brother's face.