Orsino let out a quiet laugh. He hadn't really thought about it before, but there were an awful lot of older people living in the immediate vicinity. It was usually a good thing, though - there was only one family that had young children, and they were never very loud, and people tended to mind their own business. One of his neighbors also liked to bake up huge batches of scones every few weeks and then bring him some because, she said, he reminded her of her grandson. All in all, Orsino was glad he'd chosen this particular location, even if it did mean visitors had to be careful about where they apparated.
"That's entirely possible," he agreed, still smiling. "Although once or twice I've had to be careful, since there's this one man who's noticed people apparating near my door. I think he just thinks his eyes are playing tricks, and he's about 90 or something and practically blind. And his wife gets mad and tells him to stop snooping on the neighbors. So I don't think they take it too seriously. Luckily the last person I had over this week had enough presence of mind to apparate into an alley, like you did."