"Scarcity is hardly the issue." He crossed his arms over his chest, his wand aimed casually down at the floor between them. He gave a quiet, exasperated sniff and glared at the plate in her hands - naturally, she would insist upon wasting his time. (Not that he wasn't more than capable of doing that on his own, these days.) "I'm not going to leave you in possession of anything with points. I've seen the havoc you nitwits can wreak with nothing but a stirring rod and an ounce of scurvy-grass." Somehow, he managed to refrain from tapping his foot. "Quickly, Miss Lovegood."