Out of the Cauldron with Harry Potter

I was born a feathery technicolor cloud- a sparkling shroud of shimmying neurons. A pen erected. A flashing sabre scissoring the blank, pasty face of a novel page, clean as chaste honeymooners until they glowed in their first heat. Ahem! How is Harry... Harry Hocus-pocus leaned out snow-white towers into a concrete cauldron of heretics' stew: Aloe vera juice apple strudel tarts; Bird's breath butterfly wings; Canine's canines, cat guts, cinnamon, clove, cotton candy seeds; Dark lace Foxglove; Hazel, heather, honeydew husks, horse heels; Lavender mint lizard hearts licorice leaves lyres; Spires, spider legs, Rubik's cube Russian thistle, toad's pupils Trifolium repens & vervane, a blushing indigo. Baked. Harry Potter! A curious nimbus detonated iridescent raindrops ~ wet imaginations flourished like bedazzled beans...