Hello everyone! So it's summer and now I can stop being procrastinaty (not a word but who cares?) and actually update! Like now! I just wanna thank Thesweetsong here since you are a guest and I can't reply to your review and thank you there. So below you may notice that there are a lot of words, and you're probably more interested in reading those than reading my ramblings.

Bioware you make lovely characters. And plots those too.

Edit: Greagoir name...so yeah. Read on

2x Edit: Oh the edits!

Oh! Also if I don't specify whether it's Alistair or Sierra then it means that there is only one point of view and I think that you can all guess who it'll be since I'll be using their name and all… and gender…

She stretched her arms above her head. Not an easy sleep to say the least. The nightmares came in bunches and sat in silence for what felt like hours. They all had different starts but arrived with the same conclusion: Death. She shook her head and spoke aloud to herself. "Heh what a way to start my day hunh?"
"You. Are. In. Somuchtrouble." Then there was Jowan. Sitting in a chair leaning in, inches away from her face.
"GAH! BY ANDRASTE'S HOLY KNICKERS JOWAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Her surprise had gotten the better of her and she banged her head on the wall behind her. Good thing she had a wall bunk bed, because that would have really hurt falling off. But so had hitting her head off the wall. "Owwww."
"Me, Andraste's holy knickers?! What did you do? Did you know that you've been suspended? Did you?"
She whipped her head around, the pain long forgotten. "I'm- I'm what?"
"Sus-pend-ed. Suspended. For like a whole two months from reading about magic, doing magic, THINKING about magic. If it's about magic then you are banned front it. At least that's what the word is." After two months was said the rest of the words became fuzzy and unclear. She thought she was fainting. Was she? No just getting a little light headed, that was all. Holy- this news must've spread like wild fire. Irving's best student! Banned from magic for being a stupid idiot! She suddenly seized the front of Jowan's robes. "Where. Is. Irving?"
"Sierra?" Jowan said in a startled voice. "Well I presume that he is in his office." She violently shoved him away, a lot harder than had been meant to. She got up and started to rush to the door. "Hey!" Some of the other students protested her act but she pushed past them. She started running when she hit the hall. Templars and mages alike voiced their protests as she bumped into them while running by. Stairs. Why are there so many stairs?
"No running near the stock room."
"Sorry!" Yet she continued to run anyway. Finally she reached Irving's office and inside there was yelling.
"That was not what had been agreed upon!"
"We can't let this go with a scolding and a slap on the hand Irving! You would not be fighting this much if it were any other student. So stop with the favouritism and let the punishment be just!"
She looked at the small flame that was conjured in her hand, extinguished it and opened the door. "Greagoir is right, Irving."
"Child-"
"No! Just no. Look I'm almost an adult now and I can't let you take my punishments for me anymore. If I do not suffer these consequences I'll never learn and I may end up in bigger trouble then this and the consequences will break me." She looked at Irving and Greagoir who both looked equally shocked. "Well that's what I read in a book somewhere. I like to read." Irving chuckled.
Greagoir rolled his eyes but then his eyes moved to Sierra and his stare turned cold. "Six months in isolation. That is final."
"Woah isolation!? But...that's...that's where the troubled mages go!"
"Well in this case you're in trouble and not troubled." He then turned to Irving. "Her sentence will be effective immediately I hope you know." Irving sighed and turned to her. She shook her head in acknowledgement too afraid to speak. "Right this way then." Greagoir opened the door and led her and Irving out and then the way to Iso. She hated how everyone was staring at her, whispering like she couldn't even hear them. She could. And it hurt. Not that she cared, not that she would ever care and ever will care. Care. Speaking of caring, did she just dream up that wonderful templar or...

"Um, Irving?"

"Yes, child?"

"Where's that templar that took care of me last night, Alistair?" Her heart was racing as she awaited his answer.

He, however, sighed and turned his head towards her. "Last night was a special night for Alistair." She cocked her head quizzically to the side at him. "The revered mother wanted to see if Alistair was ready to start his last steps in becoming a full templar." She nodded while frowning. Alistair didn't want to become a templar though... or at least that's what he said to her last night. "He passed if you wanted to know, so we sent him back to his chantry so he could become a full templar and come back to us, here at the Circle." He looked her in the eyes and winked. This action brought the blood rushing to her cheeks to cause unwanted blushing.

"I really hate to cut off this lovely banter between teacher and pupil but we have arrived."

She looked up at Greagoir as he spoke and then at the door in front of him. Isolation or commonly known as Iso. Never thought that she would end up in here to be quite honest. "So he left without saying goodbye to me." She pursed her lips as this revelation came to me.

"Child, he wanted to say good bye but he couldn't so he asked me to do it for him." Irving looked at her as he spoke, it was like he could read her thoughts. But the immature spiteful teenager that she really was couldn't help but come out and shine. "Whatever it's not like I actually liked him. I mean he is a templar." She pushed Greagoir and into the Iso hall and ignored Irvings frown.

"Stop, girl. That is the one where you will be spending the next six months." Greagoir, for once, did not sound entirely smug about the whole situation.

"Gee, Greagoir it sounds like you don't want me to be here."

"No that is not it at all. It's that I think that this punishment is much too light."

Of course. Too light he says. What an ass. "I love you too, Greagoir." She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile with a voice dripping with sarcasm.

All he did was snort at her and give her a shove into her area. "Here is where you will reflect and repent for your misbehaviour. If there is anything you wish to have ask a templar that will be walking down the hall and we will deem if it is appropriate for your punishment." Greagoir looked at Irving and Irving started to say something but then stopped. Greagoir raised his eyebrow as did Sierra in confusion of the current situation.

"You will not receive a single visitor. You will not speak to any templars to converse but only to ask for an item. Am I clear?" Irving's voice was hard and unfamiliar. She nodded her head quickly a little frightened at the exchange. "Very well. I will see you in six months time." And with those words her teacher, her mentor, her father was gone; with no real good bye.

Greagoir looked a little disturbed by his counterpart's behaviour. "Ahem, well, yes."

"Yeah. So... see you later I guess?"

"Ah, yes, goodbye."

And with that her door closed. She never wanted to have a conversation like that ever again. Ever. She shook her head clearing the thoughts running rampant within and looked around. Grey stone and more grey stone. A chamber pot, and a bed roll. A stool. Fantastic, really. She saw a very productive future ahead of her. Very, productive. Books? Could she ask for those? Well. It never hurts to ask she thought. "Um, excuse me?" A templar appeared very suddenly at the tiny slot in her large wooden door.

"Yes?"

"Could I, maybe have some books to read?"

"What books?" Why do templars have to sound so bored all the time? Is it a requirement? "Books?"

"Yes, yes, um anything that has to do with... noble families in Ferelden and its history?" The templar looked at her as if estimating how much despair and destruction she could cause with paper. The he left. "Thanks for the answer, jerk." She rolled her eyes and went to the back of her cell or er- reformation room. She laid down and shut her eyes and fell asleep, that couldn't hurt right?

She woke up disoriented not knowing where she was. Right. Iso. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and stretched then soaked in her surroundings. Then it hit her. Not so much it but they. Books and more books. She quickly got up and rushed over to the pile. She picked up The History of Ferelden, opened to see yellowed pages and had that beautiful old book smell fly from the pages. Maybe this isolation thing won't be so bad after all.

A/N:

Hurray you've made it to the end of the latest chapter! Review only if you feel like it. But I may be more inclined to get off my lazy arse and update quicker if more people did review. But I swear that's not an ultimatum you will get updates no matter what.

E: okay so apparently I was very procrastinaty like even worse than I started but a chapter will be posted byt the end of this week so you'll all have something for the weekend!