Shooting Star
Author Note: Am I Joanne Kathleen Rowling? Nope. It's not mine, then. Another poem, and this one's Demelza-centric. I think I must have an unhealthy obsession with Demelza Robins lately… but here's an inventive idea I hope will be well-received.
Demelza Robins, the Chaser no-one really remembers (like they care).
She's excellent at dodging Bludgers, a surprising talent (one to share).
A new find, sure, but who is she, next to old-school legend Katie Bell?
Or Ginny Weasley, who has her own story to tell.
Demelza's faintly glowing, faintly but surely, she's a red-and-gold blur.
Super fast, now she's here, now she's there, but she doesn't see that spur.
All she sees is just shy little Demmy, who thinks she's completely sub-par.
To be a Chaser you have to have some strength, to become a shooting star.
But Demelza doubts she has any - she couldn't be more wrong.
Harry Potter wouldn't have picked her if she was meek - she was strong.
He somehow saw Demmy's true calling - an unlevelled passion for flying.
Her mind was shedding that quiet exterior, well, she was trying.
Boosts in confidence were sure to get her going on the road of glory.
A complete turn in life, all Demmy needed to start her story.
Soon she would overcome it all and emerge above the metaphorical bar.
She rode a Nimbus, but she'd be likened to another broom - a Shooting Star.
Mockery might come through with such a comparison; those brooms were old.
But Demelza would disprove that, and make herself have a reputation of gold.
Gold like the Gryffindor she is, when she took her mouth accident in full.
Afterwards she brushed it aside - Harry had mended it and the pain seemed dull.
When her mouth dented Demmy vowed she wouldn't slip into unconsciousness.
Soon she was back to her fairly happy self - quiet, and having no stress.
In the end she built up the Quidditch career she wanted and got her wish to go far.
After all, everyone knows you make a wish upon a shooting star.
AN: An idea which evolved into a poem over a couple of days. Virtual treats for anyone who gets the super-subtle Queen reference. And I don't know whether it fate pulling a minor joke on me or what it was, but I had a sports accident today and a tennis ball hit me in the mouth. I literally felt like I was in Demelza's shoes. No 'Episkey' was needed, luckily, but I saw the HP-related humour in the situation instantly.