Tabitha Cartwright

   
   Name: Tabitha Elizabeth Cartwright (nee. Wilde)
   Nicknames: Tabby
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   Date of Birth: July 11, 1970
   Age: 50
   Blood Status: Pureblood
   Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
   Current Home: Swansea, England
   Nationality: American - Brit expat
   School: Ilvermorny
   Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
   Wand: Only for her to know!

   
   Hair Color: Brown
   Hair Style: Long, often styled
   Eye Color: Brown
   Body Type: Fit, slender
   Height: 5'8
   Other Distinguishing Features: Whatever they are, she covers them up for ultimate perfection
   Clothing Style: Very high-end and luxurious - never wears jeans

   

   You always desired the world. You wanted it to be your oyster. Everything had to revolve around you. Being the only daughter of your family, that trait was enabled, especially as the youngest of four. Life was comfy, but you always desired more. Excess was the goal. Attention was the goal. Everyone needed to know your name. The city lights were a calling to you. The skyscrapers were your dream. You wanted it all.

Your family still believed in arranged marriages, and they had made a match that would only help you climb the social ladder: Jedidiah Cartwright. There was some love in the relationship, but you, ultimately, used it to give yourself more leverage. His family had plenty of connections and a lot more money, what wasn't there to love? Of course, you had a good amount of children by him. You figured it would give you a matronly image that would make you well-loved and adored by others. They always loved the familial types, didn't they?

To some degree, you loved your children as any other good mother would, but your own perfectness and image came first. You wanted them to fit a certain mold so as to not disgrace the family, especially as to not disgrace your questionable parenting skills. When you had the opportunity, you tried shoving them off to nannies. You really lacked a good amount of maternal instincts. Kids were an expectation, and you fulfilled it.

When your husband passed, you were sad. He was a great man after all. However, you reveled in it. You milked it for all its worth in order to gain sympathy. You were the weeping widow in the tabloids. You loved the attention you received from it. Now as a single mother, you make sure your children stay in line so the Cartwright name remains pristine.