Charlie hovered over the scene, watching Bill crumple almost lifelessly into Ron's arms. His heart did another somersault and he was momentarily frozen, unable to move.
There wasn't much that made Charlie freeze. Reactions like that when working with dragons were enough to get you eaten, but now he felt that paralysing fear and was powerless to fight it. It was only Ron calling his name that snapped him back to reality.
The tar around the table was still burning and the flames were quickly circling entirely. Charlie tipped his broom and descended quickly. "Get on!" He called, sliding himself so far forward he threatened to tip off the end, "Him between us! And grab my waist!"