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Shaw 
Shaw took a seat in the floor, cross legged, with the chainsaw sitting in front of him. "You all got the gist of transfiguration, I reckon. You got one thing, frim-fram-froom, then you gotta 'nother thing. You take one thing you have - you make it into something you need. I needed a chainsaw to put my name on the board so I turned the desk into a chainsaw."
Logical, that was. "But you all don't need chainsaws like I do. What's something you oftentimes finding yourself NEEDING but not HAVING? And don't say women, 'cause that is a whole OTHER issue."
"Think about it then you can come up to the board and write down what you NEED today in class but don't have."
In the meantime, Shaw laid down flat on his back and stared without blinking up at the ceiling.
Did they need a chainsaw to write on the board...? Hopefully not. Eirian was never a fan of big, sharp, mechanical things. Nature had NOT intended for chainsaws to exist - all that came from them were felled trees and brutal massacre movies - and therefore they really... shouldn't. She didn't need a chainsaw. Walking up to the board, one hand holding the handkerchief that would be pressed up against her nose for the rest of eternity, it seemed, Eiri picked up a piece of chalk and wrote:
LINT ROLLER.
Inspecting the bold, all-caps, somehow elegant letters she had etched onto the board, Eiri made sure she hadn't spelled her desire wrong. English was dificult, and the dog hair all over her was getting to an overwhelming point. If her bloody allergies didn't go away soon, Eirian would probably explode. But, if transfiguration class freed her from her sniffles, she'd definitely make a point to try harder this year.