"Salazar, is this even remotely needed? We could just get the village carpenter..." Godric closed his mouth when Salazar give him one long cool look.

 "I don't trust the village carpenter to get all the spells woven into the wood correctly." Godric rolled his eyes and snorted. 

 "Sal, my friend? How many spells does a baby need in a cradle?"

 "You''re really as stupid as you look, it's not just misdirection, is it?" Salazar had to remind himself that hexing his wife's cousin and his own best friend was a bad idea. Even if the man had punched him in the shoulder. "We need charms to alert us when the baby awakes. When it's hungry, when it's wet, if it's sick, charms to rock itself, to keep it the perfect tempature, to prevent anyone with ioll intent from removing the baby from the bed, to prevent the bed from being removed from the room, to repel any curses..."

 "Salazar...who would break into your bedroom and steal your baby? Every young lady in the castle is waiting on tenderhooks for it."

 "Exactally! Under no circumstances do I want one of your silly little first years trying to pick up my child and dropping it on it's head!" He frowned as Godric began to cackle foolishly, holding onto his shoulder for support.

 "Sal, you're going to be a wonderful father one day...if you can ever cut those apron strings!"

 "There are no apron strings!" Godric laughed harder "Godic, by Merlin, if you don't stop laughing at me..." The younger man wiped his eyes theatrically and straightened up.

 "Fine my friend, let us find the wood for this cradle. What kind are we looking for?"

 "Well...Rowan has many magical properties, but Holly is also strong and pure as well..."

 "We'll just...know it when we see it."