A/N: so I do this thing every now and then where I'll write drabbles using the word of the day as a prompt, and for the month of December, I'm trying to do it every day. Since my current fanfic focus is The Power of Three (plus Two) most of the resulting fics have been based around the Halliwell-Winchesters. And also usually as children. So, this is a companion to that series, but it can be read separately.

The prompts are usually integrated incredibly vaguely, but it is a one word prompt. That's sort of how they work.
I don't know how many people will read it, but I decided to collect them here anyway. Please enjoy.

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pilcrow 1. a paragraph mark.

Prue hurried through the door of the kitchen, looking around and taking a mental check list.

Piper is in the kitchen making dinner with Grams, Phoebe is in the garage...where are...

She saw her cousins sitting at the dining room table. Sam was focusing on something with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Prue let out a small sigh, but she smiled. Her little cousin was only six, but he was unnervingly intent in his schoolwork. He was just starting to write regularly, instead of just small sentences, and every day after he came home from school, he would sit in the dining room and write sentences until his hand started to hurt.

Next to him, Dean was looking over his shoulder, pretending to read a magazine. He could pretend all he wanted, but Prue knew he was trying to help his little brother.

"That's not how you write that letter..."

Prue raised an eyebrow and walked closer to them.

"Yes it is!" Sam replied, his voice hurt that his brother thought he was wrong.

"No, it's not," Dean repeated, closing his magazine and pointing at something on Sam's practice paper. "That's wrong."

Sam pouted and looked around, quickly spotting Prue and giving him the biggest puppy-dog eyes. "Prue, make Dean stoooooooop..."

Dean rolled his eyes and looked up at her. "I'm telling him the truth," he insisted.

Despite the fact that her cousins were arguing, Prue smiled as she walked around the table to help them. She was used to it at this point, playing mom to all of the younger kids in the house. "Let me see," she said as she leaned over the piece of paper.

The page was covered in wobbly letters, and at first, she couldn't tell what Dean was talking about. It wasn't until Sam's chubby hand slid to the last line he had written, and she saw the word pillow was spelled with a ΒΆ. She winced a little.

"Dean's right," she told Sam gently.

The youngest Halliwell immediately frowned, looking devastated. "But..."

"The letter P goes the other way," she said, bending over and taking Sam's pencil, writing it the correct way, "and it's only got one stem, see."

"But-but Miss Jones keeps writing this on the board when we're talking about book structure. I thought..." Sam whined.

"Well Miss Jones is wrong," Dean grumbled.

Prue shot him a look, and he rolled his eyes.

"It's not wrong," Prue said civilly, "it's just not a P. It's the paragraph symbol. It's a short way of writing paragraph..."

Sam still looked upset to find out he was wrong, and he looked at the page sadly. "Oh...why does it look like a P then?" he complained.

"Because the word paragraph starts with a P," Prue explained.

With that explanation, Sam looked mildly appeased, and he started to write again. Dean opened up his magazine, and Prue went back to make sure Phoebe wasn't injuring herself as she cleaned the paint she had spilled in the garage.

At least, she was about to, when she heard Dean speak up again.

"That's not how you spell that word."

"Pruuuuuueee!"