The Vampire labored to move the half of his jaw that had already begun to char, letting out a few hoarse, meaningless murmurs. The one eye that still held a trace of sight was full of confusion: Pureblood families were more or less related to one another, but if there was any connection between the Lestranges and the Lovegoods, it was probably so ancient it could be ignored.
"Oh, right... I am Rowena Ravenclaw." Luna's singsong voice rang out in his mind. "But I can't quite work out how many generations of great-great-grandmother I'd be to you? Or something else..."
Because she let Rodolphus feel divine power to prove it, the Vampire instinctively sucked in a breath as he had when he was alive, then convulsed violently, making his body look like a living fish flung onto shore and nearly suffocating—Ravenclaw and Lestrange were indeed distant relatives, but this Luna Lovegood, nicknamed Crazy Girl, was Rowena Ravenclaw... No wonder she had said she was distantly related to him...
"Your Ancestor once discovered in Claviceps purpurea the hallucinogenic substance that caused Muggles to be burned as Witches. You may have lived in a muddle, but in the end, you lived for yourself, so you didn't disgrace them... Since you're a little smarter now... will you surrender?" the dazed Luna suddenly asked. Only, before Rodolphus could answer, her chin dipped lightly. "I see. You came here to die in the first place... Then you'll have to stay in a Soul Gem for a while."
Knowing his heart had been seen through, Rodolphus's gaze turned relieved. He could feel his condition worsening, but for someone who no longer wanted to live and even less wanted to be someone else's dog, who or what she was no longer mattered. From his current awkward angle,