Richard spoke out very quietly, "If they did anything to him because of [i]that[/i], it wouldn't be just putting him in a home. Unless... this place isn't so nice past those doors." 

As he gestured at them, they swung open, and Richard dropped his hand quickly. Out walked the same witch, as well as a tired looking wizard. He had the look of someone who was much younger than he seemed, as if his graying hair and lined face were a result of strain and not age. 

"Hey," he said, surprising Richard with his casual demeanor, "I'm Flannigan, I run this home. To be frank, we don't really [i]get[/i] visitors that we weren't expecting ahead of time. It's a pretty private kind of place. That being said, just being here implies a level of familiarity. I take it you know why Professor Clowers is here?"