Spencer blinked rapidly after the loss of Professor Carrow's fingers as she tried to clear her vision of the stars that had appeared there. What in Merlin's name had just happened? She knew the answer to that and it frightened her as to what it meant not only in terms of what Carrow wanted from her, but also what it said about herself.
She had finally dropped her wall of denial and had let her desires take control and it had lead to the best - although highly shortlived - orgasm of her young life. She didn't want to think about what that said about herself...
As her proffessor moved back to her desk as though nothing happened, Spencer took a moment to compose herself. Still laying across her desk, Spencer rolled over, laying on her back across her desk she blinked at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as she continued to catch her breath. Her hair had fallen some from her bun and her uniform was a fair amount askewed.
Taking a final breath, Spencer sat up, straightened her uniform and steadied her still shaking hands as she fixed her hair back into it's appropriate messy bun. She was still a bit in shock at what had happened. Silently, she wiped the tears that had welled up in her eyes and she slid off of the desk and over to sit back down in her desk. staring blankly at the desk, Spencer tried to process what had just happened and what it meant.