Pietro looked at his list, and groaned. Two things on there he'd already been unable to achieve. Or rather, three. No, or was it four. Whatever. There were plenty. He couldn't ride, he obviously couldn't drink, he was afraid of horses, he didn't know anything about them, and finally, he didn't have dark hair, and he couldn't grow a mustache.

"I've failed!"he exclaimed.

"Failed what? Math?"asked Fred.

Pietro sighed.

"I wish!"

"Oh, I thought you wanted to pass this year."

"I did!"

"Then why do you wish you had failed?"

"I just have to try a little harder."he said.

"You can join a study group, yo."said Toad.

"I don't need a study group. I need...help."

"Don't they help you there?"

Pietro left the room. Of course, that was just what he needed, but not a study group. What he needed was advice from someone who already had a girlfriend, so they knew the right way to be a boyfriend. Only, he didn't know anyone who had a girlfriend. None of the other guys had one. Of course, Fred and Toad had absolutely no chances whatsoever, he smirked at that, and Lance..well, he was obsessed over one who wasn't even worth it. He needed...

"Oh, but I've tried everything!"he said. "What could I have done wrong?"

He ran back and forth, back and forth. He'd done the gifts, that was for sure. He'd tried the horses. He shuddered, remembering the big animals. Maybe...he wasn't sure how the looks would help him, maybe a lot. What could there be left?

"That's it!"he exclaimed.

Magdalena loved languages, he knew that much. She always wanted to learn to speak different ones so she could visit different parts of the world. She always said that for her graduation gift she would love to go to Europe, to see the palaces in St.Petersburg Russia, and to the Middle East, to see the Royal Harem from the time of the Ottoman Empire, or if that wasn't possible, to go to Mexico City, or Canada, to see the amazing Cathedrals. He needed someone who knew a different language and to teach him to speak, read and write it. Only, which one? Or rather, ones...He had to learn different ones. Especially Middle Eastern, Native American, and Southern European ones, as those were which ones Magdalena was most fond of.

"Now, I've just got to learn them."

He made a dash to the library, and checked out several books on and in different languages.

"This can't fail!"he exclaimed. "I only read it in one language, and learn the other that way. And so forth."he said, as he opened one of the books.

He spent half an hour reading them, before falling asleep. He awoke two hours later.

"What time is it?"

He looked at the clock.

"It's already night! Oh, well, that means this'll just have to wait."he said, and he went to sleep.

The next day, he decided to be on the lookout for anyone who might speak a foreign language. Pietro consulted his list.

"German not in the top ten...but, it'll do for now."he said, and he walked up to Kurt.

"Hello, there."

"I have detention, if you'll excuse me."said Kurt.

"That's a nice accent you have."said Pietro. "So, where're you from?"

"Does it matter?"

"Actually, it does. You see, I'm on a...well, I have set the goal for myself to be that I will...expand my horizons, should we say? And just one of those ways, you see, is to learn a different language, and I was thinking, why not, since you speak German, you teach me?"

"And why should I teach you?"

Pietro thought about it.

"Well, because it'd be something to look forward after detention."

"Oh, right. Giving you classes. That's something to look forward to!"

Pietro sighed.

"I know. I just don't understand why people will do these things! I mean, what's the point of vandalizing? You know. It's just...wrong."he shook his head. "And then innocent people paying the consequences."

"Oh, it was no one innocent, according to Jean. It was Scott."

Pietro almost dropped his books.

"What?"

"Yes. I think it's because he has a crush on this girl. And Jean's pretty mad at him. He's on probation at the mansion, along with extra danger room training sessions with Logan, and here, during detention, he's helping with the janitors."

Pietro nodded.

"Well, some people are just...they're just jerks, want to cause trouble for other people! So, what do you say about those classes?"he asked.

"Well, it does seem like it would be good for you. Yes, it is important to learn about other people. I learned English. Of course, German's not so hard to learn. So, why not. Just not at your house. Where would be a good place?"

"Anywhere you say."

They set a time and date.