"I don't see how my sexual history is of any of your concern, professor." Spencer said defensively trying to avoid the question again.
If it had been anyone other than Spencer Fawcett,the intimidating witch's questioning of her deductions would have caused uncertainty, but Ravenclaws could be prideful in their own right and Spencer had pride in her deductive skills. So she surprisingly didn't falter under Carrow's questions. "Well, I know you're British from your accent..." Spencer began, drawing it out, trying her best to not be scared, but seductive as she danced. "And I know any proper pureblood girl would go to Hogwarts. "Spencer shrugged with a proud grin. "From there, well, I don't think I could even imagine you in a house other than Slytherin."
Spencer could finally feel a sort of awakening arise in the pit of her stomach, her professor bringing out sides of herself that she hadn't even known existed. She wanted to please this powerful woman before her. "Do you want to see more, professor?" she asked in a breathy whisper.