Sarah didn't mind nicknames on general principles, after all she'd had enough of them from most people she knew, she was used to it, she laughed, shaking her head as she heaved herself up off the beanbag, leaving her book behind, the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, hefty reading for a 14-year-old, but she liked it, "You obviously haven't been here that long." She said, using the tone of 'duh' that only teenagers seemed capable of, "She's taller than I am." Sarah wasn't entirely sure she'd met the woman in question, but she knew Hermione was around since she knew her by name.
She shrugged then, "So, you don't want to read what we've got the most of, that's cool, I pretty much avoid those books anyway." She stretched again once she was on her feet, "We don't have enough books yet to use the Dewey Decimal system, we've just got things by category." She squinted up at him for a moment, "You look like a literary classics kind of guy." She decided, going around to the far side of the closest shelf, "Those are what we got in first, actually, here, Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island, Tom Sawyer, Watership Down, Paradise Lost, Dracula and a Mark Twain collection."