Where's Emma?

"Emma! Emma, where are you?" She cursed under her breath, groaning inwardly at her own idiocy; how had she managed to forget she was supposed to be working on throwing with Tavvy, the youngest Blackthorn, that afternoon? She glanced sideways at Julian, taking in his cerulean blue eyes and his slightly mussed hair and that goofy smile. Oh… she thought. That's how. R&R, please!