She cocked her head and let him loom. "We need information. Reconnaissance. And while my wands may be the worst in the city, my potioneering is as good as it’s ever been. We have one chance at this." She held up a finger, then drove it into his sternum. "One. So, you’ll wait. You’ll wait until we’re good and ready to move, and when the time comes, it will be your wand at their throats. Your wand that ends it and brings us both justice."