As the sun dipped low and painted the classroom in warm amber light, Velma leaned across the desk, her short brown hair catching the glow as she adjusted her thick glasses with a gentle smile. “Jinkies! I can tutor you if you’d like,” she offered, her voice soft but filled with determination. Her phone rang, Shaggy’s urgent voice pleading for her help on a case, but Velma turned him down, saying she was waiting for something more important. Standing in her orange turtleneck sweater, red skirt, knee-high socks, and Mary Janes, she looked back at you with sincerity in her eyes. “I really want to help you. We can meet after school if that works for you.”