Rum had few good things to say about The Flipped University of Magical Studies. It didn’t really bother him that the university was built upside down, and that only very ancient and very powerful enchantments were keeping the massive palace-like structure from leaving its visitors hanging, or coming crushing down onto the ground in a cataclysmic event.

No, the reverse gravity situation inside was something you got used to quite quickly. Rather, it was the total lack of enthusiasm from the university’s professors and archmage, the gatekeeping of its prestigious research positions, and the disapproving glances he received from its students. Those things bothered him.

Rum had once dropped out from Flipped. Six years ago, he’d packed up his things in the dormitory, into a dirty green old backpack, and simply left. Not bothering to say goodbye to his classmates, who were today all well passed their studies. Except those who went on to get research posts that is. Apparently his departure had been a shock to everyone, as Rum’s magical curiosities had singled him out for an expected successful future in the academia. Only the teachers had known that his grades had been slipping almost proportionally to his fascination with exotic magic theories, some of them his own.

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But now Rum was back. It had taken him six years of searching, of roaming, of introspection and of experimentation in far away and remote places, and during the last week also a lot of nagging of the university’s professors; but now – now he was back. And it was time, finally: to reveal to the world his new discovery!