TBAY: Missing Theory

[dicentra63]

No: HPFGUIDX 45209

Dicentra is on the deck of the GARBAGE SCOW creating a tower with
playing cards.  Or at least she's trying to.  She gets two or three
levels up and then along comes Stoned!Harry and blasts it to bits with
his wand.  He says that's how Exploding Snap works; Dicentra just
wants to wring his scrawny little neck.

Presently, a small grey owl flutters onto the railing of the SCOW and
sticks its leg out.  Dicentra idly pulls off the note and gives the
owl a Scooby Snack.  She unrolls it and reads:

"Elkins,
I have searched the both Theory Bay and Inish Alley in search of a
banner I might follow to show my support of the idea that Arthur
Weasley was so horrendously controlled by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
and his henchmen through the unforgivable use of the Imperius Curse.
Alas, I can find no such banner to wave or follow without conceding
to the idea of missing children. Why is there no Acronym for this
beautifully subtle theory?

"No DARE DEVILS - Dear Arthur Ruthlessly Enslaved by Death Eater
Villains to Instigate Lamentable Situations, or LAW CAMERA - Lovable
Arthur Weasley Controlled And Manipulated by Evil Riddle Anagram?

"Will there one day be such a vessel sailing proudly through the bay?

"Veronica"

Dicentra ponders this.  "I'm not Elkins," she thinks.  "So why did
this owl come to me?"

The owl, vigorously grooming its feathers, is not paying attention at
all.  "Whatever," thinks Dicentra.  She goes to her filing cabinet,
opens it, and points her wand at the open drawer.  "Accio 'Arthur
Weasley, With Imperius Curse'"

A roll of parchment flies out and she catches it.  "Here it is!  Post
37121."  She rolls it up tightly and asks Stoned!Harry if he'll do the
honors with the shrinking spell. (No way is that little grey owl going
to be able to carry an *Elkins* post.)

Dicentra ties the little roll of parchment to the owl's leg and
strokes his chest before he flies off.

"Someone will have to take care of those acronyms," says Stoned!Harry,
 with an "it's not me" grin on his face.

"That would be the Inish Alley curator," mutters 

--Dicentra, as she remembers that she's it