OMG, first I laughed for joy at the thought of Severus Snape sitting in a bar on a regular basis, braving complaints about his attire. It's such a glorious "EFF YOU, Wizarding World! I'm Severus Effing Snape, I effing survived, and I want to get picked up in a dress!" Loved that! That's drag I can deal with. Then, I wanted to cry at Harry's dear reaction to finding out that he'd found the real Severus, not just another imposter. So wonderful.