Shawty Shaw was out of his mind. He needed a chainsaw to put his name on the board?! Brilliant. Just brilliant. Why not turn it into a safe little piece of chalk or marker or any writing instrument instead? To make things worse, he actually laid down on the floor as he waited for students to come up and write down what they needed now that they didn't have.

Zara thought about. What did she need that she didn't have? A lot, that is. And most of them are abstract stuff, not actual objects.

One, she needed a break. She was terrified of the professor Shaw and wanted to run out of class. But she knew she needed to learn. And I guess she'd have to learn the hard way.

Next, she needed to keep away from being known at all by Shaw. She didn't want him to know her, she was too terrified to actually be one of the new who'd have a conversation with him.

ZARA! You're a Gryffindor, be brave, you fool. Walking up to the board, she wrote down: A SHIELD. All caps, yeap, she needed a shield right now. You never know when that chainsaw would probably come to life on its own and go crazy cutting everything--and everyone.

The professor sat down, very odd but Jeanne finds him very fun.Transfiguration is quite an easy subject once you know most of the details about it and besides the teacher is quite fun when he's teaching.

So what is the thing Jeanne needed often but sometimes don't have it? Hmmm. She looked at her bag and well, "A Quill?" she giggled softly. She usually tends to leave her quill or get it lost. She keeps on using those muggle pencils her father bought her. For Jeanne, muggle pencils are more useful and you can keep it just abut anywhere.

Yes, a quill. So does that mean, she has to change any of her stuffs into a quill like the professor did with his desk?

Jeanne stood up and went to the board, took a chalk and wrote down QUILL.

She sat there staring at the board for a minute, sighing she wondered what she would need. She hadn't exactly forgotten anything today - yet she was rather thirsty. Standing up she walked to the board picked up the piece of chalk, the dry flaky smell invading her nose, invading everything around her the smell and feeling was awful, disgusting really. Water bottle she wrote, looking at the board she felt proud. And turning back she walked back to her desk and took a seat. Waiting to see what everyone else needed.

Shaw was creepy. He was like... sitting there on the floor with his chainsaw. What if he was going to destroy everything around him with that killer-thing?! And... and... why did he need a CHAINSAW to put his name on the board? Wasn't chalk good enough? Or even better, magic? And why did he turn his DESK?

And he looked even creepier as he stared at the ceiling.

But... back to his question. What did Helena need in class but didn't have? She always carried around with her everything she needed. Oooh, she needed liquorice wands! But it probably wasn't a good idea to write that on the board. She also needed Hades. Her owl. Nope, not a good idea either.

She needed professor Magnus! Helena didn't think she'll ever admit that, but she missed professor Magnus. But again, not a good idea.

Okay. She knew what she needed.

Helena stood up and walked towards the board to write a comfortable chair on it. That's what she needed. But... she quickly went back to her seat, just in case Shaw wanted to use his chainsaw again.

"Gasoline. Right," Tayla mumbled in reply. This teacher was freaking her out more and more, especially when he paused and stared at her, as if wanting to cut her open. There were also odd moments where he seemed to forget where he was or what he was doing. "Why on earth did the headmaster hire this...maniac?!"

All the same, Tayla wanted to do well in class. And knowing that this teacher couldn't possibly hurt her (could he?!), she thought of what she wanted almost in an instant.

"A good broomstick," she said softly, longing to practice well for the Quidditch try-outs. But no, she couldn't write that. Shaw said it had to be something they needed, right now, in this class. Tayla thought harder. Glancing down at Shaw with the chainsaw still in his hand, she figure it out. She stood up carefully, wrote "earmuffs" on the board and quickly sat back down, thinking "I need good earmuffs that will deaden the awful sound of that chainsaw!"

He. Was. Weird.

Peyton was tired of the name calling inside her head. Who knew that she could come with SO many adjectives to describe this man. So, she set her mind to focus on the class and not on the professor's insanity.

Okaaaay...

Now, she was having issues trying to understand him, but he wasn't acting all loony except for the fact that he was now on the floor. The girl stood up and walked to the chalkboard, but kept a fair distant away from Shaw and wrote...

Armor.

For obvious reasons.

Hannah walk into the class she had her bag that had her school items.she sat down next toNika and then smiled at her.What a lovely moring she said to her best friend as took out her note book and muggle machical pencils/

The girl was so lost right now. The guy just made that chainsaw thing turn EXTRA LOUD and cut through that chalkboard as if it were butter. Was that a muggle tool? Because in her entire life, she had never seen such a thing. Unless it might have been in that muggle book of hers, which she hadn't read in awhile, and certainly lost all the information about muggle things over the years. Like why muggles had mail people to deliver their mail and not owls.

And through all of that, she had to think about what she needed in class, but didn't have. What did she need....what did she need....did she even need anything? Actually, Evelyn just didn't want to go up to the front. Professor Crazy Man was up there with his chainsaw.

No, she didn't need anything. End of story.

Maddox frowned, she was not stupid and she hated the implication that she was. "So does that mean I'm smarter than you Shaw?" she asked. By his reasoning that very well could be. This was a very strange teacher and Maddox still felt that she wasn't far enough away from him for her liking.

She sat back and thought about what she needed but didn't have and that was a lot of things, but what was reasonable. She smiled and walked up to the board. "A nap," she wrote in her scrawny handwriting.

C.R.A.Z.Y.

This man was CRAZY..... so much that it had Arya silent for a good few moments. Obviously OBVIOUSLY, she'd need to sit closer to the back next time, and keeping her wand in her hand at all times in his presence was a MUST.

The silence and shock didn't last long and she soon had an inching to get up and give an answer... but she'd have to take caaaareful steps around this one. Hm. Arya rose from her seat, wand in hand and stepped up to the board. Or as close as she could get without getting close to SHAW.

First-Aid Kit

She would NEED that in this lesson and ever lesson after that, obviously. Arya took more steps to the board and wrote her item up there with the rest before returning to her seat.

Its official.

Shaw.Is.AWESOME!!!

Salander sat uncharacteristically silent throughout the entire class so far, so taken was the lad by the display of the raw power of the chainsaw and the music and the chainsaw and the sawing down and the chainsaw...

Did he mention he loved the chainsaw?

Chainsaw Shaw. Oh yeah. And Salander has got to get the name of this man's tailor!

What is it that he badly needs but doesnt have? Well heck he's happily got his own woman so he's good in that department heh. The Slytherin lad grinned devilishly as his mind raced, still staring the awesome tool, the roaring power still echoing hypnotically in his head....

Thats it!

He jumped up eagerly, thumbing his own robes but looking admirably at the other man's cloak "Nice threads there Shaw." Or in his case-- skin.

And then the Slytherin lad rote this on the board:

Mjolnir A Mighty Hammer.

He turned and shrugged casually, playful smirk still on his face "Well if we got a chainsaw we'll definitely need a hammer."

Preferably one that can level mountains.

What did they NEED in class today? Well, Alex wasn't a Seer or anything but he was certain that in the future they'd NEED a restraining order against this guy. Had someone thought to call St. Mungos and see if one of their patients was loose? This professor was clearly MENTAL.

Eyeing up their lounging professor as he walked to the board, Alex took the long way to the chalkboard so he could avoid the guy altogether as he lay there, staring up at the ceiling like a weirdo. He quickly scribbled "colored ink" on the chalkboard because he couldn't think of anything else, but didn't want to get in trouble for NOT writing something down. Who knew what he'd do to him if he didn't obey!

Daisy looked up from her desk, where she had been doodling absently. Shaw was asking what the class needed, but didn't have, and getting people to write things on the board. 'What on earth....' thought Daisy, she had no idea what the lesson was going to be like, but at least it was better than potions...

It`s great!

There is desk sawed on a part to the "guitar". That is transfiguration.

Jamie sat wide eyed throughout the whole chainsaw demonstration. No, he did not like that, no, not at all. Thank Merlin he sat right at the back.

Coming out of his terror moment, Jamie looked at everything that he had brought to class already, then thought about what he needed. He needed a lot of things. The third year stood up, kept his eyes on SHAW as he went to the board, and picked up a chalk.

Hmm..

Tell ya what he needed... An excuse to get out of this class. But he didn't write that, no.

A pillow and a strong drink.

That is what he wrote. Jamie wanted a pillow to protect himself from the crazy teacher with a chainsaw, and a strong drink to make sense of it all... NO, he didn't mean Butterbeer or a Firewhiskey. A milkshake would do.

The boy sat back down, quickly.

A chainsaw. What was this guy's problem? Hugo hadn't expected it, but this was a HUGE step down from professor Magnus. "Shaaaww..." he said and looked around the classroom at the fearful faces. This was stupid. Thankfully he had taken a seat in the back of the classroom...

As Shaw's tone changed, Hugo actually started liking the guy a bit more. Heh. He was actually pretty funny. Hugo looked around and walked over to the board. He was tempted to write "A good transfiguration teacher" but that would just be stupid with a man like this in the room. What did he NEED? He had a quill, his books, some ink. Everything he really needed was here. His stomach roared. He needed a snack. But food was one of the exceptions of the Gamps Law of Elemental Transfiguration. He wrote down "A chainsaw sharpener" Because that chainsaw wasn't going to last long if it was going to be used for writing names in boards. He could use a ukulele and a good book, but he wasn't going to ploink his uke in class.

Rose had forgotten probably the most important thing today... She felt incredibly stupid! And this dude didn't make it any better! She was scared stiff by him! She wrote in as little letters as possible A wand and returned to her seat.

Finally.

A Professor that Destiny UNDERSTOOD.

Shaw didn't go around using big words and his way of explaining things! It was like he was hired just to teach HER. It was just a pity he didn't teach a subject that she sometimes didn't understand. Like Astronomy. And every other class she went to.

How did she make to her sixth year again?

Sitting as far away from her enemy Evelyn as possible, Destiny made sure the helmet was still on her head before she decided to skip her way up to the board. The not-Professor dude had a chainshaw and although she thought he reminded her of one of those action heroes from the muggle telliwission when he used it, it was a bit scary. And loud.

Besides..

"Hey, Shaw!" They were like BUDDIES, calling him by only one name. "You going to let me use that chainsaw to write on the board?"

Mwaha!

Kurumi, once again, found herself staring at the man. What did he mean they very well may be attacked?! Was he going to attack them?!

These thoughts were pushed to the side when she noticed that the man was eating a cup. Wait, first he was refusing titles, and now he was a goat man?! o______0 He did talk funny, well, in an accent that she didn't really recognize...so perhaps that was how goats spoke when the could speak English.

Then, Kurumi's eyes popped out of her head and her hands flew to her mouth as they tried to muffle a very VERY loud squeak. Thankfully for those around her, the sound of the chainsaw did the work for her.

"Y-You changed the desk into a chainsaw to carve your name into the board?" Kurumi half whispered as she peeked out through her fingers. That much was obvious. "That...and perhaps to show that not all transfiguration produces things that we consider safe. That transfiguration in itself can be used as a weapon?" He had mentioned that there was the high probability that they would be attacked after all. "So...we are here to learn how to defend ourselves and to...expect the unexpected?"

Kurumi was suddenly reminded of Headmaster Tate's lessons the past two terms. Constant vigilance!

Something that she often needed but didn't always have. Well, if they were talking about matters of the home, the first thing that popped into her mind was her wand. It pained her to have to turn it in every time she went home and to watch her mother lock it away somewhere she couldn't see.

Thinking a bit more, and taking several nervous glances at the man and his chainsaw, Kurumi began to play with a stand of her black hair. Something I need today but I don't have... She already had her wand in her robes pocket, so her first thought was already cancelled out. Then, she began thinking a bit abstractly - which was all thanks to the chainsaw that she swore was still purring right in front of her desk.

Tip toeing up to the board, Kurumi took a piece of white chalk and wrote.
confidence
After doing so, she rushed back to her seat and kept one eye on the chainsaw should it suddenly have the urge to move in her general direction.

Janice walked to the board while thinking of what she should write. When she came up with an answer, she fasten her paces and wrote: A muggle pen. She feels that the quills are itchy.
Until now, she thinks that it's a stupid thing to write.

Ariadne was more and more nervous by the minute. The man was raving mad, how could he have been allowed to teach in a school? It was beyond her understanding. And now they were supposed to come up with something they need...

A BREAK. That was Ari's first thought. But a break wasn't a moveable object, so it couldn't be obtained through Transfiguration. Not wanting to lose points for not writing anything, she put down 'CHOCOLATE'. She needed something to make her feel better, and chocolate was good, even around Dementors.

Ok so the guy Simon had heard about being at the practice pitch while he was aloft was certainly as nutty as he was rumoured. The man's transfiguration of the desk into a chainsaw and actions afterward were proof positive of that and he felt bad for those closest to where Shaw was at.

What he often felt he needed? The first thing he thought of was time but he doubted that was an answer doable this class. A cushion in case of accidents he finally wrote before returning to the more safe location of his seat reminded of what happened the last few times at the pitch.

Stunned by the chainsaw performance, Aiden Hearnett stares at Shaw. What a weird guy, she thought.

She was hungry. At first, she thought on writing Food on the board, but she knows that food is one of the five Principal Exceptions in Gamp's Law.

Arms crossed and face sunk to the chest, Aiden thinks what is it that she wants, but doesn't have at that exact moment. Then, she approaches the board and writes Power with the chalk.

Eh so what was wrong with her answer? It was almost the same answer everyone else had given. So how come he looked kinda bored with what she had said?

Mia got up from her desk and headed for the chalkboard, did she honestly need to be in this class? Picking up a piece of chalk she wrote on the board of what she needed but didn't have in this class. A BETTER MUSIC SELECTION. Putting the chalk back in its place, she headed back to her chair.

"What do I need...What do I need...", Janet thought. "Money sounds pretty good..., just the idea of making money sounds kinda impossible. if it is possible, stray wizards won't exist.". Okay, thinking too hard won't work either. Does Shaw (Mr. , Professor, whatever) really mean someTHING, because a chance sounds pretty good. Ev'rybody needs a chance and not ev'ryone gets them... "Chance", She Wrote.