Professor Carrow watched as Spencer shivered. Despite the cool, fall day, she was sure that the reaction was for something else. "Something wrong, Miss Fawcett?" she asked with a purr.
Alecto was quite pleased when the headstrong girl did what she was told. "Good girl," she praised her when she stood still before her.
"Can you tell me how I know you were lying?" she probed, wanting Spencer to confess even more. Lightly, she rubbed the wet fabric against the tip of her nose.