Botros was deeply tanned from the heat Alexandria graced him with-- and by tanned, we mean his wrinkly skin looked reddish brown in patches where the wrinkles allowed the sun to fry it.

He had his content small smile on his face as usual when he walked into the Great Hall, and up to the dais with slight difficulty. "Evening, professor." He greeted the Care of Magical Creature professor and took his seat, letting his cane rest on the edge of the table.