Evelyn

Evelyn irritably brushes the snowflakes off the windowsill and sets a heavy physics textbook down on the desk with a dull thud.

What sin did I commit to deserve this disaster?

— How much longer are you going to stare at the snow outside? If we don't go through these formulas within the hour, I'm leaving, and I couldn't care less if you fail the year. Get your notebook out and don't even think about whining.