Mr. Lovegood's home closely resembled his personality: bizarre in appearance, like a miniature black castle.
Evelyn had suffered quite a bit the first time she visited Mr. Lovegood's home.
She had gone there as arranged to bring him fresh fruits and vegetables. Expecting a single man living alone to go down to the village and buy vegetables on time was simply wishful thinking.
At the time, Mr. Lovegood seemed to be writing an article inside. When she knocked on the wooden gate in the hedge fence, which was covered with strange warning signs, Mr. Lovegood merely shouted from within for her to come in herself.
As a housewife who often dealt with crops.
Evelyn was immediately drawn to the various strange plants growing beside the winding path leading to the house.
She could not help walking over to a vine covered in plump bean pods.
Then Evelyn became acquainted with a magical plant called Bump Vine—a lesson she would never forget for the rest of her life!
"Sorry, Mr. Lovegood—"
Perhaps to match the house's round exterior, every piece of furniture inside had been made in curved shapes that fit against the walls, including the stove, sink, and cupboards.
Moreover, all of those furnishings were painted in vivid primary colors with flowers, insects, and birds.
Having suddenly entered such a warmly colored environment from the dimness outside, Evelyn felt distinctly uncomfortable.
Standing before the fireplace and clutching at the hem of her clothes, she craned her head up at the ceiling, which was pierced by a cast-iron spiral staircase in the middle of the room.
Mr. Lovegood was nowhere to be seen on the first floor, nor were Luna and Pona. Evelyn guessed they were all upstairs.
"Come up yourself, Evelyn. I'm writing an important article that needs to be