Spencer's blush only deepened as the new professor seemed to read her thoughts on going to the acting headmaster, though she would never really consider him her headmaster. The fact that Snape had given such leniency to the professors in regards to punishment let Spencer know that nothing good was going to come of this school year. She chewed her lip and remained silent.
Seeing Carrow whip out her wand, Spencer, in her ingrained reaction from being in the dueling club, found herself instinctively reaching for her wand in defense. The sudden closeness of Carrow as she got in her face made her hand freeze.
Her jaw hurting at the older woman's grip, Spencer Let out a soft, barely audible whimper. Gasping for a breath when Carrow pushed her away, Spencer moved silently back into place, now visibly shaking. Though now it was from a mixture of intimidation, fear, anticipation, and a small bit (or so she told herself) of arousal.