Frank wasn't sure why he had expected Rita's threat to be empty and he was a little surprised when his proximity alerts went off just moments after her entry. She hadn't even given him a chance to reply and he felt a wave of irritation wash over him. Al was fighting for his life in the room down the hall and multiple Order members were frantically moving around his house on different missions.
Rita was a journalist who just happened to be dating Al. Frank liked to categorise things and right now he saw Rita Skeeter, reporter, and not Rita Skeeter, dedicated girlfriend. He wasn't really a fan of either at the moment, to be honest.
He pushed himself up from the couch and wandered to the front door. She was trying to get through the wards, just as she had threatened, but she was failing. There were few things that he prided himself on but his talent for warding was one of them. He watched her for a moment and then opened the front door as she yelled across the yard at him.
"Please, call me names. That really helps with my decision to not let you in." He stared at her from the door frame and sighed. "I'd rather not explain your injuries by wards when Al wakes up so maybe you should just go home."