Augustine Sycamore has some concerns.
His correspondence with the Durants has been lovely, overall. They've had promising things to say about their son, his eagerness to go out and see the wider world, his particular passion for Pokémon battling that's been obvious even before he's received one of his own. But it would've been hard not to notice how concerned they were with his capacity for discretion. And fifteen is a bit late for a first Pokémon, isn't it...? Especially out in a rural area like this one, even with a safe route to a town nearby.
Well. No use ruminating on it now. He'll learn more about the situation soon enough.
He checks the address one last time, and then knocks on the door.