She gets on better with Bill and Charlie, Bill being everyone’s unofficial big brother and Charlie being in the same year level as her. Whenever there’s a Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch match, Bill makes sure to take both Charlie and Freyja aside, wish them luck and tell them to play nice.
((surprise!! Hug 20/79!))
As for the next three Weasley siblings…
Percy really only approaches Freyja to tell her off for getting his older brothers into trouble, which Freyja honestly finds a little amusing. Like this little 12 year old in a cone-hat telling off a 16 year old who is literally head and shoulders above him? 😂 When Bill and Charlie told him about their Ravenclaw friend, he was expecting a studious nerdy Ravenclaw prefect type. Which wasn’t quite accurate.
Fred and George meanwhile have the opposite opinion. They don’t think Freyja breaks enough rules. She’s no fun. They were expecting someone like Tonks or Tulip, but nope. They enjoy messing with her, trying to get some kind of reaction. Which always fails. They vaguely begin to wonder if she’s able to express human emotions.
Ron and Ginny don’t come into Freyja’s story, as I’m not even sure she ever went to the Burrow (I haven’t played any of the TLSQs so..). If she did go to the Burrow during her school years, they might’ve had some vague memory of someone without red hair sitting at the dining table but that’s about it 😅
Re: the Golden Trio, I don’t plan on making Freyja’s story intersect with theirs, at least not to the point where they are aware of each other.
"I imagine some wondering why I didn't have continued empathy for them. Continued. I can't help but wonder where or when there was any consideration, let alone empathy, for me? Not sympathy, there was plenty of that in its pitying, minimizing, off-putting way. It doesn't bother me. It crushes me for a short time, and then I dust myself off and keep going. A little colder, a little wiser; more open and more vulnerable. I don't punish anyone for being themselves, but I also don't wait. What they don't know is my heart was broken. What they didn't know were the big, heavy, searing, tears which flowed and the heaving that made my neck and chest echo the pains felt within my heart. What they can't feel is the realization that you're nothing when someone was, is, something.
See, there, that, what they were doing. What they do. That is manipulation. How does someone become valued and worthy while you're easily discarded, thrown away, and played with which denotes complete and total lack of respect. Showing up for a shadow and wondering why it feels so empty. Malignant emotional puppetry. Unfortunately, many don't realize that's what it is. A label of narcissist or selfish is all that is said with no actual understanding or deeper comprehension. Becomes an addiction, really, who wouldn't like how it feels? When you don't care for others, just what they do for you, there's no thought to any aftermath or collateral. A lame cheat code to being present in a superficial moment. The most nefarious and empty, know exactly what they do.
What I do, all I can do, all I will do...is love."