Draco walked into the great hall for breakfast, his head throbbing dully. There were so many auras in this school that it made it hard to concentrate. He had tried everything, squinting, massaging his temples, closing his eyes; everything. Maybe he could go to Severus for a headache potion later. If anyone could get rid of this ache, his godfather could. Maybe he could make the colors go away, or explain to him why he could see them in the first place.