"It's just chilly." Spencer mumbled. Clearly that wasn't the truth, Spencer still had on her school cardigan, but she wasn't about to let Carrow have the satisfaction of knowing that it was her causing these very new, very peculiar responses.
Spencer didn't show any outward sign that the praise affected her, but inside it struck a familiar cord of satisfaction that she was doing a good job at...whatever this was. Not to mean she actually wanted this or anything...
Feeling the damp material on her nose, Spencer was overwhelmed by the humiliation of it all and let out a small whimper. "I'm not lying." she claimed with the little confidence and defiance she had. "That...That's just a coincident..." It was a weak argument, Spencer knew, but it was getting harder to fight what was true.