But boy, you are gonna stand your ground
*Frank is being very calm. He feels he deserves a medal for being so very calm, but instead all he has is an unseasonably warm afternoon and a seriously intense ward in front of him. No medal. Not even a ribbon, when he is so manfully resisting the urge to shove the Quibbler up Xeno Lovegood's nose.
But he's not going to. He's going to be calm, and he's going to do this right, man to man, because losing one's temper never helped anything. So he's standing just on the edge of the wards around Rook House, wand put away, in his own clothes with no hint of official Auror status or business about him. He's just here as Alice's-husband-Frank, not Frank-the-famous-Auror, and he wants that very, very clear. He doesn't try getting past the wards, in light of that. He probably could, but he doesn't.*
XENO? HEY! LOVEGOOD!
But he's not going to. He's going to be calm, and he's going to do this right, man to man, because losing one's temper never helped anything. So he's standing just on the edge of the wards around Rook House, wand put away, in his own clothes with no hint of official Auror status or business about him. He's just here as Alice's-husband-Frank, not Frank-the-famous-Auror, and he wants that very, very clear. He doesn't try getting past the wards, in light of that. He probably could, but he doesn't.*
XENO? HEY! LOVEGOOD!