But there were others that she would change if she could. Ones that she almost hated Mr. Akingbade for reminding her of again. Those faces lingered longer than any of the others. Perhaps he could sense which ones she felt true regret for. Over and over again, Oliver Wood's face came into her mind. He was the first, the one that started it all. She should've made different choices. Countless deaths could've been avoided. Almost as quickly as the relentless flash of images of the ones she'd killed over the years assaulted her mind, they stopped. He slipped out of her head.