Simon looked at the Professor, what was he thinking, Simon thought hard there was a few things going through his mind but which one would he write down, he didn't really want to get into trouble so he had to think of something safe, suddenly he had thought of something so he walked slowly up to the board.

A Pillow.

Simon then went back to where he had been sitting before, he needed a pillow so that he could get to sleep in some of the boring lessons and at least he hadn't put what he wanted to Sane Professor without a chainsaw.

Serena (not wanting to lose any points on her first week) gave a smile of (what she hoped appeared to be) agreement to Emmy and looked back up at the teacher.

Wow, he seemed to be totally weird. First, he is sitting on the ground. Then, he needed a chainsaw to write his name on the board!?!? Couldn't he just get up and write it? Anyway...

So, what did she need but did not have? She thought about it for a couple of minutes. She slowly got up and walked to the front. She took the chalk and wrote "Chocolate"on the board. Yep. She turned and walked quickly back to her seat.

O_o
That chainsaw was scaring her.
This teacher was scaring her. Especially his accent. He needed a chainsaw to write his name on the board? Why coudn't he just use chalk like them?!
What she needed? To get out of this class! But she simply stood up and wrote on the board with a shaking hand A WATCH. So she could know when she would be out of this lesson.
She quickly walked back to her seat scratching her arm and keeping her eye on the teacher... incase he decided to write his name in her deak as well.

Olivia jumped a little at the racaket. She wasn't sure she liked this professor. He was rude, seemed quite disgusting and... if she was correct, American. She shuddered and resolved to do nothing other than take notes, and get good grades. No talking and answering questions unless she was picked on. She wanted nothing to do with the man.

He seemed paranoid in some way, and he was much less than conventional. She disagreed with his rant against rats. Rats were quite useful, and Olivia thought learning transfiguration with a normal professor would have been much more rewarding. She was already quite sick of his yelling and if she had to watch him chomp on that stupid cup and spit one more time, Olivia thought she might scream. However, she managed only just to keep a glare out of her expression when she finally gave in with a sigh. She apparently couldn't resist answering a question even here, especially since she didn't have to say it aloud.

She stood and walked up to the front, avoiding the professor with distaste that she hoped she didn't show. She picked up the chalk and felt it in her hands for a moment before writing Sanity. She sat back down silently. She wasn't quite sure why, with his paranoia, he wasn't a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher or why, with his apparent love for gasoline-powered chainsaws and teaching their usage, he wasn't teaching Muggle Studies.

On the other hand, she wasn't quite sure why someone so insane had been hired at all.

Charlie wasn't quite sure what to think of this teacher. He was crazy, there was no doubt about it but he also intruegeed her. She thought about what she needed. Damn, she had forgotten her quill. She walked up to the board and wrote it down "Quill". It didn't look like she would need one in this class anyway.

Charlie saw the look on Olivia's face and fought back a chuckle. SHe instead smiled slightly at the prospect of what was to come.

Melina thought up an answer that was as far from her personality as possible, but Professor Psycho was also as far from her (and perhaps the entire class) as possible. She left her seat and wrote two words on the board:

A Weapon

Seriously?, thought Daisy, you could actually get teachers like that?. The rest of the class seemed to think he was a bit weird, but she didn't care, he was strange, she was strange, he seemed like a good teacher. Much nicer than Professor Lafay too.
Daisy was slightly tempted to go up to the front and write 'some idea of what on earth the teacher is talking about,' but was too shy and didn't want to get into trouble.

What she needed. But didn't have.... Hmmm.... Well maybe...
Daisy got out of her seat and walked slowly to the board, and wrote on it quickly.
'The right spell'

Arabella-Marie had been sitting in silence thinking about what this guy was asking and walked up to the board and put 'A cup of coffee'

What did she need. Well, purple dinosaurs rampaging through the class would be interesting, though she could bet scary professor no. 2, with La Flame no. 1, wouldn't appreciate her childish humour. So. A serious answer, she tilted her head and chewed her lip, watching Simon be sooo 'funny'. She stood up and walked over to the board

Um.....

MY IPOD

She sighed. It didn't work here, but she still liked to keep it on her. Just incase it ever stopped fizzing. Then she turned back to her seat and dropped down into it

It was official... this professor was crazy. But Krissa liked him! Standing up Krissa walked to the board. What did she need? What did she need? What she really needed was a big piece of pumpkin pie. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and she was starting to starve! Krissa wrote that on the board and then headed back to her seat.

Hannah riase her hand,a chainshaw is good for cutting wood.You change the desk into a chainshaw becuase it is transfiguration.transfiguration is the art of changing an object on another different object.



Hannah walk up to the board she took a piece of chalk.She wrote
Luchador Mask under Chainshaw.She went back to the desk she was sitting at.

Money where your mouth is?! Huh? What's that supposed to mean.... "Huh? Pro-'just SHAW' what does that mean?" She's only a second year after all.

Nika thought about what she needed and she could really think of anything. "Maybe a sensible professor." She muttered under her breath. She thought about it some more and came up with something finally. "CHOCOLATE FROGS!" YUM. Nika ran up to the board and looked for some chalk... unless SHAW wanted them to write it with a chainsaw.

CHOCOLATE FROGS

Izzie was so excited for her Transfiguration class. As she listened to "SHAW" talk, she had to stop herself from laughing. She was greatly enjoying this class. *Hmm, what don't I have that I need?* she thought to herself. Her Grandpere always made sure that she had everything she needed. Suddenly she stood up, grabbed a piece of chalk and walked up to the board. Friends she wrote in large letters. She was a little nervous writing it down, but she knew that was the only thing she could honestly say that she knew she needed and did not have. She looked up at the professer...at SHAW and smiled nervously before walking back to her seat.

Mordred thought of what he would write on the 'Shaw' chalk board. He watched as the others went up to it and wrote what they want. Confidence, Knowledge...Shield. He smirked and went up front to write what he wants to have that moment.

Flute.

Maybelle saw everyone writing on the board. She went up and wrote in big letters, followed by the picture:

Cupcakes

Satisfied, Maybelle sat back down next to Isobel. "The teacher seems a little....unique, don't you think??" She whispered. He was slightly weird. He liked chainsaw's...and always carried them around...kind of creepy...

Shaw was crazy. Legend had come to that realization probably with the rest of the class. Nonetheless the seventh year stood up. What did he need? What did he REALLLLY need?

He grinned as his hand quickly began to write large letters across the board..

A BETTER TRANSFIGURATION PROFESSOR

One who wasn't crazy. That was what he needed.

A whole bunch of things went through Aurora's mind but there was nothing she needed that she didn't have. She had her wand and that was all that was necessary.

She saw Mordred write flute and giggled. She'd never bring any of her musical instruments into there, though maybe Shaw would appreciate her violin playing. She did not like Shaw at all. This was not a proper teacher and he was certainly not what she would expect from the ministry.

She stood up and walked to the front of the class. Picked up the chalk and wrote.

The Right Knowledge.

Yeah. Full stop. Though she suspected it was the wrong answer. She sat back down in her seat and gripped her wand. Hoping for some actual teaching.

Bubs fixed her long brown curls. It was so hard to work with the uniforms. You couldn't do anything with them. But at least the house colors were some what descent. She didn't hate this school like the other schools she had been to but she was still getting used to the different rooms. She did get lost on her way here but she was fine with that because she had found her way here. Bubs made her way to the board and wrote:

Purple Poodles

Bubs was getting bored. She wanted to talk but she didn't know anyone. *frowns* being bored meant being a loser well so she was told when she was at Beauxbations for the short amount of time she was there.

Shaw twiddled his thumbs and kept a low profile while the little people did their thing. Most of them didn't speak to him, so he didn't speak to them either.

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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!

Shaw froze, a look of fear crossed over his features, then settled into puzzlement. "What in name of Voodoo's mama do you have on your head?" Shaw rolled over onto his belly and looked up at the young person girl thing. "Huh."

"huh." Shaw gaped for a long, thirty seconds.

"Alright, I reckon. Just don't rub off the other stuff up there. I needed them up there for something or another. Don't cut a leg off either." But yeah, sure, she could use his chainsaw. That's why he'd made one to start with.

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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.

Since he was up now, Shaw noted that answer from the sleepy girl. He smiled at her.

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Cleo walked up to the board with complete confidence mixed with a little cockiness and wrote
SOME BETTER MUSIC

"Don't need a spell for that." Shaw hummed from the floor just for her benefit.


Shaw waved his hand to indicate he'd be accepting no more answers on his board. It was all full and stuff anyway. 'Cept for the helmet girl. He'd let her chainsaw her answer first.

"Alllllll righty then. Let's see." Shaw got up to his feet, put his hands to the small of his back and surveyed their list for a long, long time. Then he scratched his stubble for an equally long time. When he finally turned back around again, he was startled to see so many KIDS looking at him.

"Uhhh right then there. Well some of you know and some of you don't. That's alright, you'll learn probably. You can't conjure food, so if you put food up there go ahead and pretend it wasn't you but your friend that wrote it." Sound advice. "And you can't conjure up OR transfigure something into a real person, so all you wanting friends and professors..." yeah, no. He wasn't offended at all.

The scratching began again. "Basically, if I can't carry it in my hand then you can't transfigure it. Yall know that? Why'd someone write happiness? You know where we are?" It sort of sounded like Shaw didn't know himself.

Right then. Shaw went back to the board, studied the chalk, then erased about half of the answers. He occasionally threw nervous glances over his shoulder and during the middle of his erasing and writing, he retrieved his alligator cloak and re-donned it. When he finally finished, the board read:

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Red people: shield/armor/hard hat

Blue people: ear muffs/watch/sunglasses/mask

Green people: mighty hammer/weapon/first aid kit

Yellow people: pillow/cushion/nice chair

Everyone else?: water bottle/cup/flute/poodle (purple)

"There. There we go. There we go now. I put them there together like that. Makes sense. We'll get to that. First I need to know how do we go about transfiguring things? Magic words? Wand movements? Right? Where's them come from? Who makes up the words? What are the words? Why'd I'd make them there groups you think?" He pointed to the grouped words on the board.

Christina thought carefully, humming and strumming her fingers on her desk. As usual, she fidgeted, not knowing what to do with herself. At least her hands needed to be moving at all times, so this classroom thing didn't work too well. She pulled some blue Play-Doh out of her bag, squeezing and molding it in her hands to help her think. "Do the words have anything to do with...maybe the type of item you are trying to change or change something into? she said, thinking out loud.

"Did you put them in that order because the colours are what you like and don't like?" "Other wizards make the words.."

SHAWdude was officially her favorite teacher, because he was so insane. And MisterChadStryker wasn't a teacher, so he didn't count. "Well, you need a wand, and words, and proper wand movement, and...something to transfigure." Yep. Why did he group them. Uhhh. "You grouped them so you can keep track of who wanted what and if different colored people-uh, houses-wanted the same things." That made sense. But there was something that was confusing her. "Why did you write 'other people?' There's no one in here who's not red, blue, green, or yellow." Unless he counted himself, which he obviously wasn't.

Theodore was glad that Shaw was no longer brandishing the chainsaw around. That thing was scary enough even as it lay idle in the front of the room. Screwing up his face, his listened hard to the teacher's next instructions. This guy had a language all on his own. Shawnese, or Shawlish, or the language of a cockney troll who liked chainsaws. "Well, to transfigure things, you need an object or person, a wand, and an incantation. They came from... whatever witch or wizard invented the spells in the first place. As for the groups..." He trailed off, not exactly sure of what it all meant. The colors indicated their houses, obviously, but... it was all so confusing.

You made the objects into group that match the characteristics of our houses?"

Hateya put her hand up, wondering which one of the questions she'd answer even as she did. There were a heck of a lot of questions there, "You poke things with your want, right? That's how you do it?"