School would almost be over for the day. At least that's what it looked like. There were only fifteen more minutes to go. If only they would hurry up. Pietro was almost falling asleep. Now if people would only move a little faster, then everything, even this class would be so much interesting. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Everyone looked up. Well, who wouldn't. During such a boring lecture. The teacher looked a bit upset about being disturbed. In walked the principal's secretary, with a girl. She spoke to the teacher in a low voice, the teacher smiled.

"Everyone, we have a new student! Her name is Magdalena Araiza."

The girl rolled her eyes.

"Is there anything Miss Araiza would like to tell us about herself?"

The girl simply shook her head.

"Well, would you take a seat."he said, indicating the seat next to Pietro.

She nodded and sat down.

"Right."

"Now, to continue with the lecture..."and the teacher went on.

"Do we take lectures notes?"she asked him.

"Um, yeah, we're supposed to, but you don't have to. He doesn't grade them or anything. At least, not mine."

"Really. He doesn't collected notebooks?"

"Uh, sometimes, but that's a tiny part of your grade, I think. Anyway, hardly anyone passes this class. Or at least with anything higher than a C, if you know what I..."he stopped suddenly, spotting the ring on her finger.

"Yes, I think I do know what you mean."she said.

"Nice ring."he commented.

"Really. I don't usually wear my jewelry, mostly for special occasions."she said. "But I like silver most."

"Oh, me, too."

"Do you?"

"Of course, um...what was your name again. I'm terrible with names."

"My name is Batul Magdalena Araiza Moreno."

"Oh. I thought the teacher said..."

"I know what he said. That was only my middle name, and my father's name. My whole name is Batul Magdalena Araiza Moreno. And believe it or not, I do expect to be adressed by it. At least as far as my surnames are concerned. Both my father's and my mother's."

Pietro nodded.

"What about you?"

"Um, Pietro."he said.

She smiled.

"What a lovely name. Pietro es un nombre Italiano, pues! I love that name! Pedro, Peter, whatever version of it, but I love the Italian one the most. My great grandmother is named Petra. I think I'm the only one fond enough of her to think of naming anyone after her!"

Pietro smiled.

"And your surnames."

"Oh, uh, Maximoff. Pietro Maximoff."

"Pietro Maximoff..."she waited expectantly.

"Pietro Maximoff."

"That's it."

"Well, uh, yeah."

"Didn't you have a mother?"

"Of course."

"Oh, never mind. Shallow people."she muttered.

Pietro didnt' say anything.

"Where'd you buy that ring?"

"I got it for my birthday, I almost always get jewelry for my birthdays."she said. "I don't even see why I had to come today, I mean, after all, it's almost time to go, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah, it almost is."

The bell rang.

"Well, very nice meeting you, Pietro. I have to go. My ride should be waiting."she said, as she sped out.

Pietro went out next. As he went to meet the rest of the Brotherhood, he saw her climb into the back seat of an expensive looking car while someone in a uniform held the door open for her.