Answer:
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?