Erin would always admire herself in the mirror after getting her make-up done. Simplicity was never an option for a girl like her. Erin, being a normal person who couldn't be called a pretty girl, who doesn't stand out among others, who would always be feeling inferior towards other people, she couldn't really say she's beautiful.

"Who cares? Only a veela would be really beautiful in front of men. I am happy. I should be happy," Erin repeated to herself. She needed someone who would call her pretty even if she's not and who would comfort her for her insecurities.