Consistent.
"Consistent like Aspen said." West repeated, catching the ball with his non-wand hand and giving it a thoughtful squeeze. OKAY. He could do this... he could.
"
Wingardium Leviosa!" He swished and flicked, keeping it controlled and consistent instead of West!flared, and concentrated on the ball.
It wiggled in his hand a bit and West stared a hole in it, focusing so HARD that he didn't see the beginnings of the dramalamas on the other side of the room. It LIFTED into the air, still wiggling...
... and everyone was so lucky that West was concentrating so super hard. A round of headbutting probably wouldn't have gone down well just then right?
Instead he stared in delight as the ball levitated (shakily but still) over to Kaiden and then dropped neatly for the Hufflepuff boy to catch.
"YESSS I DID IT!" Fist pump.
Now, he looked around for Aspen. Wait. WHY was she with that mean boy??? WHY WERE THEY HOLDING HANDS?
Blink.
Why did Sierra look madsad?
The Gryffindor one didn't matter to the small boy, so West didn't bother wondering about expressions and whatnot.
He just gripped his wand and staaaaared, trying to figure out what he'd missed.