Aw flying carpets! Botros, unlike pretty much everyone else, was beaming and grinning foolishly at them. "Back when I was a boy," He called out over the shouting and spell-casting. A short story as they battled a magical book was not harmful. "My father took me and my sibling carpet riding in Egypt! It was brilliant." Oh hohoho, he chuckled at the memory, and ducked when one of those swooping things went at him. Flying on a flying carpet was one thing, getting hit by one was another.

So now. Back to reality. Did Culloden just suggest burning the book or were his ears decieving him? He definitely heard Flamsteed give a better option, and Tanner was crawling towards the book. Okay, good, his much younger colleagues were handling things well.

As for him, he took cover behind one of the bookshelves and leaned sideways to help with the spells from where he stood slightly far from the scene. "Colloportus!"