[Petronilla's smile widened knowingly. She knew her warden's secret now, and wondered why it had taken her so long to see it in the first place. Obviously her warden took great care to keep her secrets far, far away from her inmate, but Petronilla should have been paying closer attention. She would have seen.

She gave Boris a pat on the head and rose to her full height, returning back to Svetlana's desk to move more items.]

Were you born magical?