Yes, by Edward a couple hours later.

"...that damn bitch..." Edward grumbled, looking at his phone as he got out of class, playing back the footage.

"What happened?" Emma inquired as she approached him in the hall, seeing his face as he was glued to his phone.

"Claire happened, that's what. I had my phone on silent during class, so I missed the initial notification, but the footage is saved to the Cloud. Claire waltzed in, and sprayed over the camera lenses," Edward told Emma, showing her his phone.

"Ugh, did you call the police?" Emma asked, watching the footage.

"What would be the point?" he replied. "Daddy Dearest would just sweep it all under the rug, and maybe even find an excuse to arrest ME," he summed up, stowing his phone, and exhaling through his nose.

"...so... Why bother gathering this evidence then?" she questioned while they walked out of the college.

"Because, once I have enough evidence, I intend to escalate it to state police. I'm going over that guy's head," he answered. They headed to his car, a beat up old blue jeep, and he let her into the passenger side.

She nodded. "Ah, makes sense. So, you just have to make sure you have enough that it's airtight then?"

He slammed his own car door closed, and started the ignition. "Pretty much. I'm sick of her thinking she's above consequences. For now though, I'll just let her have some more rope to hang herself with. When she does something to really cross the line, I'll call the police, back up my evidence, and when her dad refuses to charge her, I'll send it all up the ladder," Edward summed up his plans to get Claire arrested, and her dad potentially fired for abusing his authority to protect her.

"Fair enough, just be careful, he can make your life extremely difficult," Emma told Edward, who chuckled.

"Why do you think I'm being so damn patient with this?" he asked while he drove. "I'm trying not to provoke them until I can take them down in one fell swoop."

They arrived at his place, and listened. "... doesn't sound like Claire is still there," Emma noted as they got out of the car. "...nor does it look like she even had the decency to at least close the gate," she added. Indeed, it was still open. And no splashing sounds to be heard.

"...well, let's head in, see if she is just lounging or something," Edward replied, getting out of the car. Emma followed him in. The backyard was deserted, and Edward shrugged. "Guess she got bored and left."

"Hold on... Her bag and clothes are still here," Emma remarked, looking at the pool area. Edward turned to see the discarded garments.

"...huh, weird, why would she leave them here?" he asked, approaching, and holding up her skinny jeans.

"...maybe she went inside, and is helping herself to your pantry as we speak?" Emma suggested, looking at the back door to the house.

He followed her gaze. "That couldn't be it. Door's locked, and there's no sign of **** entry. And I doubt she would have closed a window behind her if she managed to open one and go in that way. Knowing her, she'd consider crawling through a window beneath her anyway." He started to walk around, trying to price together what had occured, when he stepped on something hard. Pausing, he pulled his foot up, and saw the glint of gold beneath it. "... what's this?" he wondered, picking up the Lamp.

"Find something?" Emma questioned, walking up to Edward, and looking over his shoulder.

"Looks like some kind of prop from that Aladdin movie," Edward replied, before brushing some dust off of it. He and Emma then both yelped as he dropped the Lamp. The reason he dropped it? It started spewing glittering blue mist.