"What lesson could I learn from a bunch of illicit porn?" Spencer asked with a slight point in her voice. She had to bite her tongue from saying anything else. But she was certain that there was nothing of value in these books...
Spencer had to keep from her mind the effects that she knew this professor have on her. She tried to block from her memory how she had gone back to her room after their first meeting and had touched herself...
Trying to keep her focus on the book, Spencer scolded herself for so easily and almost...instinctively following the older woman's orders.
Spencer tensed as she registered that Carrow had stood, though she didn't dare look up from the book. Feeling her presence over her, Spencer held her breath.
Though she opened her mouth to retort, Spencer found that she had to agreed with Professor Carrow. It was more professional for one's hair to be up. Setting the book down, but keeping her eyes on it, Spencer pulled the hair band that she kept on her wrist and skillfully pulled her hair up - revealing the smooth skin of the back of her neck and down between her shoulders within the collar of her shirt - and into a loose, yet professional bun with her bangs framing her face.