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Benzi was very much used to these hours. Whether it's an early morning Emma tantrum, or a workout, or a work portkey that he has to take absurdly early (never, he'll never understand those blasted work portkeys), he was the picture of awake and ready for the day as he strode with casual determination into the ever familiar exercise room. The circumstances were less than ideal - he had genuine secondhand embarrassment for those aurors - but it was what it was, and they'd get through the exercise and return to normal.
He nodded at the people present; Lex, who looked appropriately professional, and Carter, who looked like Carter. Well. Spinning the water bottle in his hand, Benzi picked a spot by the wall and waited for everyone else to arrive.
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