Sam hadn't actually heard of any salt superstitions or uses other than in her food and discouraging slugs, so she'd sat quietly alternating between warming her hands in fire and writing notes.

As for salt in her dorm? Eh, probably not, Professor Vance, luck or not. It sounded messy, was only likely to be ingested by her rat, Olly, and not at all scientific. Unless, of course, she could find a control of some sort. Maybe she should ask Jessa; she seemed experimentally minded.

And then for the awesome bit. They were going to build their own fires! She was pretty sure that Dora needed no lessons in this, but all the same Sam gathered round to watch the Groundskeeper's demonstration.

"What sorta wood is it, Mr Balvinsson?" she asked as his flame flickered into life. Some woods burned faster than others, no? And if she were actually able to See anything in the flames, or if anyone could, for that matter, then she was curious whether the wood had an effect, or just what you threw into it.