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The bright lighting in the gym of the Aurors' Department was fake.

It was artificial light coming from the room itself. Therefore there were no torches, no lightbulbs, and no windows. The unearthly, eldritch glow was designed to annoy those who were in the room, so that they would attempt to leave quicker, and with the mandatory workout schedule which was numbered from one to sixty in terms of different obligatory exercises — each to be repeated thrice — Aurors tended to spend a lot of time in that room.

This benefited the Aurors in two ways.

The first was that it freed up equipment a lot faster, allowing for more people to train in a day than if there were to be individuals taking their time and chatting whilst they trained.

The second was that it was more beneficial to train that way. It helped more to be rid of unnecessary water breaks and conversation, thus creating a more intense and advantageous workout for each and every person. This part was in line with the gym motto: "If you aren't sweating, you aren't working hard enough." There was definitely a lot of sweat being spilled and lost in that gym, and all in all, most people dreaded working out in that room.

Save for Harry Potter, that is.

Harry Potter didn't mind the eerie lighting, or the permanent scent of sweat that had besmirched the gym's likability. He enjoyed having the gym all to himself. He enjoyed the blue hues that worked nicely against the grey walls of the room. He enjoyed taking his time.

And it wasn't like Harry wasn't getting his workout in either. He was working twice as hard as everyone else by doing each individual component six times instead of the required three. He was typically the first and last person in and out of the gym.

The only other person who occasionally stepped in to do the same type of workout that Harry did was Anthony Goldstein, who had a new baby at home with his wife, Gina. He came in every Tuesday and Thursday to keep in shape while on paternity leave, but on most days, it was just Harry.

And that was how Harry Potter got stuck racking the weights every single day.

It surprised Harry how lazy witches and wizards could be when it came to doing something so simple as putting a weight on a rack that was literally in the same room. They had magic for Merlin's sake.

And it wasn't like it was difficult to do it without magic either, but Harry could understand the appeal of wanting some sort of assistance when it came to moving something so heavy.

He never complained to Head Auror Robards about the role that he played in the gym though; it was mostly because he felt as if there was no purpose in complaining. If he did, there would have to be a meeting about proper gym etiquette, and then everyone would know that he had complained, because they all knew about his cleaning up the weights.

Harry simply didn't mind the job. It was actually a bit nice, getting to take his time before leaving. It allowed his mind to wander toward what he had to take home, and debarred the need to come back in the middle of the night because he had forgotten to bring home his contact lens solution from the third drawer down on the leftmost side of his desk, or because he had failed to remember a file that was sitting underneath his favourite mug.