Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Marauders. I wish I did, except for Peter. Kitsune wants him so she can roast him over the barbeque. Oh, yeah, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Remus Lupin was lying on his bed reading when Sirius, James, and Peter came into the dormitory. They went to Remus bed and dropped food onto it. There were eight bags of sugar.
"Padfoot, Wormtail, and I present you with the only thing the house elves would give us. Wormtail was harassing them for food again."
Peter squeaked in response. Remus looked down at the bags of sugar.
"What are we going to do with these? You weren't planning an eating all of this, where you?"
Sirius and James just smiled and opened the bags.
Three minutes later:
James had Remus strapped onto his bed, holding his mouth open so Sirius could pour the sugar into his mouth, a little at a time. Peter had already eaten his two bags of sugar, and Sirius was halfway through one. James had finished one bag, but wouldn't eat the other until Remus had eaten something.
"Padfoot? Padfoot! PADFOOT!!!"
Sirius stopped pouring the sugar and looked over at James.
"Prongs?"
James pointed at Remus, who was covered in sugar.
"Oh..."