Artemis' eyes widened as the charm was set in place by her _dear friend_ and her legs began moving of their own accord, dancing the tarantella as the spell he had put upon her decreed. Naturally she leapt away under the spells whims. She muttered something incoherent under her breath and flicked her sword, still holding it tightly. The shape shuddered and returned to being an average sized wand of rowan wood. Satisfied, the dancing red head smirked up at Julius. 
"I'm afraid I don't care for the Tarantella," She admitted, raising her brows as she spun around, her legs still moving quickly but her arms folded over her chest with wand in hand. "But I just... _adore_ to Tango." Her smile dropped as she waved her wand where it was in the crook of her arm. "And you know, it takes two to tango. Accio, Julius."