Hermione Granger? Taller than her? Sawyer raised a skeptical brow. He had heard people take claim to different identities over and over again since he had gotten here, but he didn't actually believe that these people were serious. Fictional characters couldn't be real. They could go around pretending that they were Harry Potter and Superman and god only knew who else, but Sawyer sure wasn't about to believe the crap that these people were spewing straight outta their mouths. It was hard enough to accept that he had been dragged straight off an island into a pre-apocalyptic state of a world. Immediately taking to believing all this other stuff too? Well, Sawyer was a conman. He knew how all this worked. Either he was surrounded by idiots, all this was real, or he was about to be really screwed by someone with some kinda fucked up master plan. Sawyer didn't see why they'd screw with him though. He didn't have much to give anyone. His bank accounts were empty, he was practically considered as dead, and he didn't have anything to give anyone. Outside of his dazzling charm, of course.
"Riiight." Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Hermione Granger. Real and all that, I'm guessing? You must be best friends with her. She teachin' you magic?" Sawyer ran a hand through his long hair and shook his head. People these days. They'd believe anything, wouldn't they? He could buy this whole trippy experience off the island - maybe - but most everything else was gonna take some real settling into.
"Treasure Island and Tom Sawyer, huh?" Sawyer shoved off, following Sarah right on over to the shelves she had been indicating. "I know both stories - 'specially the latter - but I don't think I'd mind a bit of a refresher." This was all kind of hilarious. His librarian looked to be no more than fifteen, the library was stocked with tons of romance novels that he wouldn't be caught dead reading, and Sawyer was pretty sure that the people around here were mostly crazy.
Then again, if the world could clone itself like that...maybe he was too.