In the Ernie-est way possible, Ernie scowled at Miss Whitledge. Her? Send him new robes? Who did she think he was? "I'm not one of your charity cases, Miss Whitledge. Use that kindness on literally anyone else," he snapped, grabbing another napkin off the Slytherin table. Just the insinuation that he needed one of his classmates supplying him with his clothing was insulting; he wasn't useless, nor was he a lost cause. He (or his family in this case) would provide for himself, or he would walk through the halls in the nude until he was expelled.