Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Trek. This is all for fun.
To call Lwaxana's grip a death grip would be an understatement. I have had my share of walks of shame, but being dragged through the halls of this prestigious boarding school to my now former dorm room tops all. Especially given that she is walking briskly and I am struggling to keep up, which only makes my ear hurt more.
Goodbye, dirt. Goodbye, fancy busts. Goodbye marble floors. Everyone is staring. This is humiliating.
"Open." She commands when we get to my dorm room. I clumsily take out my keys and open the door. Once inside she slams the door behind me. She grabs the front of my shirt.
"You. Imbecile." She hisses. "You incompetent little disgrace. I knew your mother should have married a nice Betazoid man but no, she had to choose the human." She lets go and takes a sharp inhale and exhale. "You are the heir to the chalice of Rixx someday and yet you get kicked out of the only Betazoid school you've ever attended. This was supposed to help you learn the culture! But no, you wasted it. I'm sure your parents will be overjoyed when they get the chance to pick you up!" That last part was sarcasm, obviously.
And so she angrily helps me pack and I have an awkward month-long interim between my expulsion and when my folks can pick me up. Worst month of my life.
In case you were wondering, the expulsion was in part drinking, in part getting high off of a lovely Betazoidian plant, skipping class, coming to class hung over or not yet hungover (if you know what I mean), and other things. Because I'm the bad influence.