Bellatrix was beginning to feel as though she were being led deliberately along the garden path, but without anything to back it up she found herself at a loss to justify her suspicions. Not that she'd ever needed much in the way of justification to be unpleasant to people -- it was just that her curiosity was piqued.
"Fine," she said, belligerent even as she agreed, "I hope you know what you're doing, Skeeter," she added, with a flash of a malignant grin. "Meet me in the grounds at midnight. In fact, the Quidditch pitch."
This was a gauntlet thrown, really -- there was breaking curfew and then there was breaking curfew in order to go outside, if they were caught on the pitch there would be all hell raised. She didn't often break the rules just for the sake of breaking them -- rather she considered herself above them. In this instance she wanted to raise the bar, test Rita's limits. She wasn't sure to what end, only that she knew she wanted to have some of the control.