(At/) Chez Chessington(’s)

The house welcomed you with three sphinxes at the front gate...an androsphinx (lion with a human head); a criosphinx (a lion with a ram's head); and the hierocosphinx (a lion with a hawk/falcon's head)-leading down a long gravel path past a row of mulberry bushes. After that part of the entrance, the towers of the home greet you as if you have stepped into a period clashed between a grandiose Victorian home, and a mix of modern style- where the house had more open space on the first level with light coming through the textured iridiscent wooden framed glass window.

The sitting area/space in the house on the first floor has an entertainment system with a smart telly which can slide back and forth into a space in the wall with one click of a button. For ultimate comfort the couch potatoes who stay (at/) chez Chessington('s), the seats come with a seat warming setting with another click of a button (this one at the side of the chair that can also recline).

Most of the days the house is left to take care of itself, and even the master bedroom on the first floor is usually not used for the majority of the day (Mr and Mrs Chessington leave their place before the crack of dawn to attend to their jobs for the Ministry of Chronomancy).

But then this place is not always left abandoned. A young little boy spends most of his early infant days/times with someone dear to him...not too long ago... on a clear, bright, and sunny day...

Theobold ran spiraling up the redwood staircase in his cashmere hoodie. A pair of knoblly hands grabbed him pulling him in one swift motion that surprised Theo. He did not expect his nanny to always manage to keep up with him. In the back of his mind he surmised that she must have been a witch. Especially with the black dolman that she wore everytime she was in charge of taking care of the lad.

Theo and his nanny spend most of their hours of the day (well, Theo lives there more so than she does...for now) at 219 Leynah drive. Almost every home in the neighborhood looked the same: with a massive black gate around the perimeter of the home, the back of every home had an olympic sized pool, including a garden full of...roses, chrysanthemums, countless ferns, plus a small pond that had some black as the midnight sky and red like the jupiter sun koi fish. The only difference was the other houses did not have Theo, or the pleasure of being in his nanny's presence. If you asked Theo's parents about what they thought about her they would respond with one word: darb.

The young lad's toosh was dragged along the jewel onyx coral polished porcelain floor tiles. His caregiver turned to face him, and wagged her finger with her free hand at the lad. His curly reddish-brown hair covered a section of the left part of his face. She bent down to brush the young one's hair right behind his ear, but it was stubborn like an untamed wild pony/stallion.

The nanny took a long deep breath, and sighed. This kid had so much energy, she smiled and thought to herself how his older sibling, Kweenie, who was in boarding school at the School of Arts, Magick, and Necromancy (SAMAN) was the polar opposite. Theo's older sibling was like a gentle young quiet tigress who would rather work on completing a puzzle before heading to explore mother nature, whereas Theo would want to spend most of his time outside enjoying trying to catch one of the morpho butterlies, and dipping his hands into the tiny pond to get his hands on one of the koi (at this point he would have to be taken back indoors).

His nanny lifted the child into her arms, and then hoisted him onto her broad shoulders. She took off with a slight gait down the stairs. The eyes of Theo's parents (Mr and Mrs Chessington) from the pictures on the wall along the staircase seemed to be disapproving of the current method of play between the nanny and Theo. The caregiver did not pay attention to the pictures on the wall as her mind was focused on enjoying her time with Theobold Chessington II.

#ChezChessington. (c) Octobre 25, 2022.