"I think we can handle it just fine." Spencer retorted, her head sticking proudly up in the air. The smirk and next comment made her falter, as her mind wander to what exactly her professor thinks she needed..."We can handle it, I just don't think every lesson has to be on such...explicit topics. If it's not sex, it's war or something equally as dark. Not everything is like that."
Spencer stopped her rambling, chewing her lip and realizing that it might not be criticism that Professor Carrow took well.
Yelping as the dark witch grabbed her hair, Spencer quickly found herself being dragged over to the desk and bent over it. A position that at this point, Spencer found a peculiar pleasant familiarity in.