"Interesting," Hyperion replied with an amused quirk of his lips. "You don't have that particularly country bumpkin sound about you, so I'm guessing you're from the nice part of the West Country then. I'm from An t-Eilean Sgitheanach - the Isle of Skye - in the Scottish Highlands." He tilted his head and grinned again. "Although my accent does quite give that away, aye?"
"Ahh fair enough then," he said with a wise nod. He'd found that many purebloods had not been exposed to Muggle writings until at least Hogwarts - when even the most radical and restrictive of parents were no longer able to police the reading materials of their progeny with any real vigilance. "I agree that science fiction and fantasy and modern literature are all great genres, though I must confess I don't mind some of the classics. 1984 being an obvious one. Fair call to you though for being upfront about it, far too many pretend they like certain genres to impress."